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.
