A fly, a grape-stone, or a hair can kill.
But blind to former as to future fate, what mortal knows his pre-existent state?
On wrongs swift vengeance waits.
I find myself hoping a total end of all the unhappy divisions of mankind by party-spirit, which at best is but the madness of many for the gain of a few.
Ask you what provocation I have had? The strong antipathy of good to bad.
So vast is art, so narrow human wit.