The strongest iron, hardened in the fire, most often ends in scraps and shatterings.
Oh death, death, why do you never come to me thus summoned always day by day?
Thou shalt not ration justice.
Know'st not whate'er we do is done in love?
When you can prove me wrong, then call me blind.
Do not grieve yourself too much for those you hate, nor yet forget them utterly.