Much have I written
And so many truthful
Saints and poets read.
Round many states have
I been and all my men
Looked at me and no one
Perfectly understood
The situation and the scene.
Where was my fault
I pondered over and
So called my men
Laughed at each other.
How nonsense they are all,
So wild with whispered surmise.
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Great write on human nature and behaviour