The light of Heaven restore; Give me to see, and Ajax asks no more.
To swear is neither brave, polite, nor wise.
The young disease, that must subdue at length, Grows with his growth, and strengthens with his strength.
Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.
The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed today, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleas'd to the last he crops the flow'ry food, And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood.
To be angry is to revenge the faults of others on ourselves.