[T]here never was any heart truly great and generous' that was not also tender and compassionate. - Robert Southey

Curses are like young chickens, they always come home to roost.

'Tis some poor fellow's skull," said he,
"Who fell in the great victory.

Will ye believe
The wonders of the ocean? how its shoals
Sprang from the wave, like flashing light; .. took wing,
And, twinkling with a silver glitterance,
Flew through the air and sunshine? yet were they
To sight less wondrous than the tribe who swam,
Following like fowlers, with uplifted eye,
Their falling quarry: .. language cannot paint
Their splendid tints! though in blue ocean seen,
Blue, darkly, deeply, beautifully blue,
In all its rich variety of shades,
Suffus'd with glowing gold.