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.