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 Thoughts like these angry words within his breast

Hatreds will never sleep!

"He hath defamed me, wronged me, vilely wrought,

Abased me, beaten me!" If one shall send

Such angry words away for pardoning thought

Hatreds will have an end.

For, never anywhere at any time

Did hatred cease by hatred. Always 'tis

By Love that hatred ceaseth. From the prime

The ancient Rule is this.

The many, that live foolish, do forget

Or never knew, how mortal wrongs pass by:

But they who know, and who remember, let

Transient quarrels die.

Whoso abides, looking for pleasures, vain,

Gluttonous, proud, in idle luxuries,

Mara will him o'erthrow, as wind and rain

Level short-rooted trees.