In the great right of an excessive wrong.

Once I guessed right, And I got credit by't; Thrice I guessed wrong, And I kept my credit on.

Wrongs unredressed, or insults unavenged.

Higher than the perfect song For which love longeth, Is the tender fear of wrong, That never wrongeth.

The remedy for wrongs is to forget them. [Lat., Injuriarum remedium est oblivio.]

Alas! how easily things go wrong! A sigh too deep, or a kiss too long, And then comes a mist and a weeping rain, And life is never the same again.