Every stroke our fury strikes is sure to hit ourselves at last.

Not to be provoked is best; but if moved, never correct till the fume is spent; for every stroke our fury strikes is sure to hit ourselves at last

If we are but sure the end is right, we are too apt to gallop over all bounds to compass it; not considering the lawful ends may be very unlawfully attained.

If thou rise with an Appetite, thou art sure never to sit down without one.

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

I understand a fury in your words,But not the words.