What is there more kindly than the feeling between host and guest?
Bronze is the mirror of form, wine of the heart.
Be it mine to draw from wisdom's fount, pure as it flows, that calm of soul which virtue only knows.
There is no disgrace in an enemy suffering ill at an enemy's hand, when you hate mutually.
Justice inclines her scales so that wisdom comes at the price of suffering.
And though all streams flow from a single course to cleanse the blood from polluted hand, they hasten on their course in vain.