...Nay, let thy sharp sword bide
Within its sheath, the world is fair and wide,
Nor have we aught to do to thee for this;
Go then in peace, and live in woe or bliss
E'en as though may'st, but stay with us no more.
Because we fear the gods may plague us sore
For this thy deed, though they would have it so.
William Morris, The Earthly Paradise