My sentence is for open war.
Just deeds are the best answer to injurious words.
Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek.
Sweet bird, that shun the noise of folly, most musical, most melancholy!
Come to the sunset tree! The day is past and gone; The woodman's axe lies free, And the reaper's work is done.
Chaos umpire sits And by decision more embroils the fray by which he reigns: next him high arbiter Chance governs all.