The second line:
    Meeting one's master in the lane. 
No fault.  
  
    The fifth line:
    Remorse vanishes. 
One's kinsmen bite the skin. 
Going forward: what error?  
  
    The sixth line:
    Strange sights: a pig shouldering mud, 
a cartload of ghosts. One first draws a bow, 
then lowers it. No raider- a groom. Go. 
Meet the rain, and with it, fortune.