His mind of man, a secret makes I meet him with a start he carries a c >>
After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, >>
Anger as soon as fed is dead; 'Tis starving makes it fat. >>
Indulge not thyself in the passion of anger; it is whetting a sword to >>
Anger cannot be dishonest. >>
Rage cannot be hidden, it can only be dissembled. This dissembling del >>
Anger as soon as fed is dead; 'Tis starving makes it fat.