العدل يقضى أن من يهزم خصمه فى ساحة الحق ينبغى أن يهزمه فى ساحة القتال - John Milton

Throw hither all your quaint enamell'd eyes
That on the green turf suck the honied showers,
And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies,
The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine,
The white pink, and the pansy freakt with jet,
The glowing violet,
The musk-rose, and the well-attir'd woodbine,
With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head,
And every flower that sad embroidery wears.

This horror will grow mild, this darkness light.

I will not deny but that the best apology against false accusers is silence and sufferance, and honest deeds set against dishonest words.