Peace Visits Not The Guilty Mind.

Let The Straight-limbed Laugh At The Club-footed, The White Skinned At The Blackamoor.

This Is My Wish, This Is My Command, My Pleasure Is My Reason

They Whose Sole Bliss Is Eating Can Give But That One Brutish Reason Why They Live.

But Grant The Wrath Of Heaven Be Great, 'tis Slow. [lat., Ut Sit Magna Tamen Certe Lenta Ira Deorum Est.]

Generally, Common Sense Is Rare In The (higher) Rank.