And tell the shepherd what I'd done,
And say that I had kill'd her son.
So therefore without more ado
To silence her, I kill'd her too.
My head was turn'd;
With rage I burn'd;
And what I did I hardly knew;
I even at my master flew.
Until at last I am brought here,
To terminate my sad career.
From this career you may take heed,
Lest your small faults to great ones lead.
The slightest wrong, however small,
May lead the wisest to his fall.
Of all false steps beware of this—
The first one towards a precipice."