But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.
He who surpasses or subdues mankind, must look down on the hate of those below.
As falls the dew on quenchless sands, blood only serves to wash ambition's hands.
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