Sublime

For it is the nature of people to love, then destroy, then love again that which they value most.

The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices make instruments to plague us; the dark and vicious place where thee he got cost him his eyes,” and Edmund answers--you remember, he's wounded, he's dying--”Thou hast spoken right; 'tis true. The wheel is come full circle; I am here.”

then shall every soul receive its due,—whatever it earned,—and none shall be dealt with unjustly.