Temper justice with mercy.
A short retirement urges a sweet return.
Beauty is Nature's coin, must not be hoarded, But must be current, and the good thereof Consists in mutual and partaken bliss.
Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call earth.
It was that fatal and perfidious bark, Built in th' eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark.
The great Emathian conqueror bid spare The house of Pindarus, when temple and tower Went to the ground.