Great souls forgive not injuries till time has put their enemies within their power, that they may show forgiveness is their own.
He made all countries where he came his own.
For those whom God to ruin has design'd, He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind.
She feared no danger, for she knew no sin.
An horrible stillness first invades our ear, And in that silence we the tempest fear.
Swift was the race, but short the time to run.