I will give the slanderers matter for curses.

When last I left Whitehaven, I swore never again to set foot on her pier, except, like Caesar, at Sandwich, as a foreign invader.

Spring under me, good ship; on you I bound to my vengeance!" Men with poignant feelings, buried under an air of care-free self command, are never proof to the sudden incitements of passion.

Though in the main they may control themselves, yet if they but once permit the smallest vent, then they may bid adieu to all self-restraint, at least for that time.

Thus with Paul on the present occasion.