You stick in the same mire.

You stick in the same mire.

Apollo does not always bend his bow.

Apollo does not always bend his bow.

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.

He that toucheth pitch shall be defiled therewith.

He that toucheth pitch shall be defiled therewith.

Imperceptibly the hours glide on, and beguile us as they pass.

Imperceptibly the hours glide on, and beguile us as they pass.

You needn't remind me of that.

You needn't remind me of that.

Greene wood makes a hott fire.

Greene wood makes a hott fire.

In a long journey straw waighs.

In a long journey straw waighs.

A brute without a single redeeming point.

A brute without a single redeeming point.