One by one forging his laws, to be flung Like horseshoes at the head, the eye, or the groin. And every killing is a treat For the broad-chested Ossete.
Every hand and every hour should be devoted to rescue the world from its insanity of guilt, and to assuage the pangs of human hearts with balm and anodyne. To pity distress is but human; to relieve it is Godlike.
