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Divine grace was never slow.
Divine grace was never slow.
A woman scorn'd is pitiless as fate,
For then the dread of shame adds stings to hate.
A woman scorn'd is pitiless as fate,
For then the dread of shame adds stings to hate.
Thou wear a lion's hide! doff it for shame,
And hang a calf's skin on those recreant limbs.
Thou wear a lion's hide! doff it for shame,
And hang a calf's skin on those recreant limbs.
Omittance is no quittance.
Omittance is no quittance.
Grief brims itself and flows away in tears.
Grief brims itself and flows away in tears.
And Modesty, who, when she goes,
Is gone for ever.
And Modesty, who, when she goes,
Is gone for ever.
Make hay while the sun shines.
Make hay while the sun shines.