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The mind that broods o'er guilty woes
Is like a scorpion girt by fire.
The mind that broods o'er guilty woes
Is like a scorpion girt by fire.
Trivial losses often prove great gains.
Trivial losses often prove great gains.
Blest tears of soul-felt penitence!
In whose benign, redeeming flow
Is felt the first, the only sense
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Blest tears of soul-felt penitence!
In whose benign, redeeming flow
Is felt the first, the only sense
Of guiltless joy that guilt can know.
In an hundred elles of contention, there is not an inch of love.
In an hundred elles of contention, there is not an inch of love.
Small minds are captivated by trifles.
Small minds are captivated by trifles.
Hee that labours and thrives spins gold.
Hee that labours and thrives spins gold.
Hence ye profane; I hate ye all;
Both the great vulgar, and the small.
Hence ye profane; I hate ye all;
Both the great vulgar, and the small.
He that gives me small gifts would have me live.
He that gives me small gifts would have me live.
