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“Evil on itself shall back recoil, And mix no more with goodness; when, at last, Gathered like scum, and settled to itself, It shall be in eternal restless change, Self-fed, and self-consumed; if this fail, The pillared firmament is rottenness, And earth’s base built on stubble.”
“Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time.” MERCHANT OF VENICE.
Trust and Treachery, Wisdom, Folly, |