Fool! Don't You See Now That I

My Honour Was Not Yielded, But Conquered Merely.

Leave The Fishing-rod, Great General, To Us Sovereigns Of Pharos And Canopus. Your Game Is Cities And Kings And Continents.

Be It Known That We, The Greatest, Are Misthought.

Fool! Don't You See Now That I Could Have Poisoned You A Hundred Times Had I Been Able To Live Without You.

Is He A Good Man?" "define 'good'.