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I am Misanthropos, and hate mankind: 
For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog, 
That I might love thee something. 
ShaJcspeare. 
I’ll keep my way alone, and burn away— 
Evil or good I care not, so I spread 
Tremendous desolation on my road: 
I’ll be remembered as huge meteors are; 
From the dismay they scatter. 
Proctor. 
I see thou art implacable, more deaf 
To prayers than winds and seas; yet winds and seas 
Are reconciled at length, and sea to shore: 
Thy anger, unappeasable, still rages 
Eternal tempest never to be calm. 
Milton. 
Warped by the world in disappointment’s school. 
In words too wise, in conduct there a fool; 
Too firm to yield, and far too proud to stoop, 
Doomed by his very virtues for a dupe, 
He cursed those virtues as the cause of ill, 
And not the traitors who betrayed him still; 
Nor deemed that gifts bestowed on better men, 
Had left him joy, and means to give again. 
Feared, shunned, belied, ere youth had lost her force, 
He hated men too much to feel remorse, 
And thought the voice of wrath a sacred call, 
To pay the injuries of some on all. 
Byron. 
