No more tears now; I will think about revenge.

No one provokes me with impunity.

Little, vicious minds abound with anger and revenge, and are incapable of feeling the pleasure of forgiving their enemies.

All the old knives That have rusted in my back, I drive in yours.

Those who plot the destruction of others often fall themselves. [Lat., Saepe intereunt aliis meditantes necem.]

Behold, on wrong Swift vengeance waits; and art subdues the strong.