Why I came here, I know not; where I shall go it is useless to inquire - in the midst of myriads of the living and the dead worlds, stars, systems, i… - Lord Byron

And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail,
And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal;
And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword,
Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord.

When a man hath no freedom to fight for at home, Let him combat for that of his neighbours;
Let him think of the glories of Greece and of Rome And get knock'd on the head for his labours.
To do good to mankind is the chivalrous plan, And is always as nobly requited;
Then battle for freedom wherever you can. And, if not shot or hang'd, you'll get knighted.

Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life.