Glory, built on selfish principles, is shame and guilt.
Pernicious weed! whose scent the fair annoys, Unfriendly to society's chief joys: Thy worst effect is banishing for hours The sex whose presence civilizes ours.
Ye therefore who love mercy, teach your sons to love it, too.
And diff'ring judgments serve but to declare that truth lies somewhere, if we knew but where.
Unmissed but by his dogs and by his groom.
Books are not seldom talismans and spells.