Even at stool a man’s habits follow him; his
restless mood tears up the straw about him.
Thus incorrigible are our natures; which of them
can be governed? Though you keep away from
the company of men, still the impressions left on
you will set you chattering. Tuka says, Thy
service, O God, becomes impossible.
restless mood tears up the straw about him.
Thus incorrigible are our natures; which of them
can be governed? Though you keep away from
the company of men, still the impressions left on
you will set you chattering. Tuka says, Thy
service, O God, becomes impossible.