If this be another one,
Where I am wrong,
Then again there is only one thing to be done,
And file along.

Should I judge blindly,
Leaving me with shame,
Will the world leave these things behind me,
To rebuild face for my name.

Should I prove to be mad,
Having been here before,
Then I did not learn from what I’d had,
And shall be loved no more.

SDPope