If you are not envied, you are not enviable.
God is not averse to deceit in a holy cause.
The field of doom bears death as its harvest.
The moving light, rejoicing in its strength, Sped from the pyre of pine, and urged its way, In golden glory, like some strange new sun.
They sent forth men to battle, But no such men return; And home, to claim their welcome, Come ashes in an urn
You shall learn, though late, the lesson of how to be discreet.