Of Hatred And Anger. From Proverbial Philosophy

Blunted unto goodness is the heart which anger never stirreth,     But that which hatred swelleth, is keen to carve out evil.     Anger is a noble infirmity, the generous failing of the just.     The one degree that riseth above zeal, asserting the prerogatives of virtue:     But hatred is a slow continuing crime, a fire in the bad man's breast,     A dull and hungry flame, for ever craving insatiate.     Hatred would harm another; anger would indulge itself;     Hatred is a simmering poison; anger, the opening of a valve:     Hatred destroyeth as the upas-tree; anger smiteth as a staff:     Hatred is the atmosphere of hell; but anger is known in heaven.     Is there not a righteous wrath, an anger just and holy,     When goodness is sitting in the dust, and wickedness enthroned on Babel?     Doth pity condemn guilt? is justice not a feeling but a law     Appealing to the line and to the plummet, incognizant of moral sense?     Thou that condemnest anger, small is thy sympathy with angels.     Thou that hast accounted it for sin, cold is thy communion with heaven.     Beware of the angry in his passion; but fear not to approach him afterward;     For if thou acknowledge thine error, he himself will be sorry for his wrath:     Beware of the hater in his coolness; for he meditateth evil against thee:     Commending the resources of his mind calmly to work thy ruin.     Deceit and treachery skulk with hatred, but an honest spirit flieth with anger:     The one lieth secret, as a serpent; the other chaseth, as a leopard.     Speedily be reconciled in love, and receive the returning offender.     For wittingly prolonging anger, thou tamperest unconsciously with hatred.     Patience is power in a man, nerving him to rein his spirit:     Passion is as palsy to his arm, while it yelleth on the coursers to their speed:     Patience keepeth counsel, and standeth in solid self-possession,     But the weakness of sudden passion layeth bare the secrets of the soul.     The sentiment of anger is not ill, when thou lookest on the impudence of vice,     Or savourest the breath of calumny, or hast earned the hard wages of injustice.     But see thou that thou curb it in expression, rendering the mildness of rebuke.     So shalt thou stand without reproach, mailed in all the dignity of virtue. Transcribed from "Proverbial Philosophy by Martin Farquhar Tupper" by Mick Puttock, August 2011 (Spelling, punctuation and grammer left mostly unchanged from the 25th edition)