Luck's a chance, but trouble's sure,
I'd face it as a wise man would,
And train for ill and not for good.
'Tis true the stuff I bring for sale
Is not so brisk a brew as ale:
Out of a stem that scored the hand
I wrung it in a weary land.
But take it: if the smack is sour,
The better for the embittered hour;
It should do good to heart and head
When your soul is in my soul's stead;
And I will friend you, if I may,
In the dark and cloudy day.
 There was a king reigned in the East:
There, when kings will sit to feast,
They get their fill before they think
See 613 from this  hymnary . Has a similar ring. Housman hated church-going and the Church, but loved cathedrals.
Terence this is stupid stuff