Edited by Louis Klopsch
g, The record of the action fades away, And leaves a line of white across the page. Now if my act be good, as I believe it, It cannot be recalled. It is already Sealed up in heaven, as a good deed accomplished. The rest is yours. --LONGFELLOW.
Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake and when we sleep. --MILTON.
ANGER.--And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain. --COLERIDGE.
Anger is implanted in us as a sort of sting, to make us gnash with our teeth against the devil, to make us vehement against him, not to set us in array against each other.
When anger rushes unrestrain'd to action, Like a hot steed, it stumbles in its way. --SAVAGE.
Lamentation is the only musician that always, like a screech-owl, alights and sits on the roof of an angry man.--PLUTARCH.
He is a fool who cannot be