Self-defense is Nature's eldest law.
For your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me.
She, though in full-blown flower of glorious beauty, Grows cold even in the summer of her age.
All, as they say, that glitters is not gold.
The good we have enjoyed from Heaven's free will, and shall we murmur to endure the ill?
Men met each other with erected look, The steps were higher that they took; Friends to congratulate their friends made haste, And long inveterate foes saluted as they pass'd.