For Those Whom God To Ruin Has

Self-defense Is Nature's Eldest Law.

Great Souls Forgive Not Injuries Till Time Has Put Their Enemies Within Their Power, That They May Show Forgiveness Is Their Own.

To Tame The Proud, The Fetter'd Slave To Free, These Are Imperial Arts.

What Precious Drops Are Those, Which Silently Each Other's Track Pursue, Bright As Young Diamonds In Their Faint Dew?

Jealousy Is The Jaundice Of The Soul.