Just deeds are the best answer to injurious words.

Nor jealousy Was understood, the injur'd lover's hell.

And join with thee calm Peace and Quiet, Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet.

License they mean when they cry Liberty; For who loves that, must first be wise and good.

That virtue therefore which is but a youngling in the contemplation of evil, and knows not the utmost that vice promises to her followers, and rejects it, is but a blank virtue, not a pure; her whiteness is but an excremental whiteness.

O fairest of creation, last and best Of all God's works, creature in whom excelled Whatever can to sight or thought be formed, Holy, divine, good, amiable, or sweet! How art thou lost, how on a sudden lost, Defaced, deflow'red, and now to death devote? Paradise Lost

Temper justice with mercy.