Man, wretched man, whene'er he stoops to sin,
Feels, with the act, a strong remorse within.

Man, wretched man, whene'er he stoops to sin,
Feels, with the act, a strong remorse within.

Remorse is as the heart in which it grows;
If that be gentle, it drops balmy dews
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Remorse is as the heart in which it grows;
If that be gentle, it drops balmy dews
Of true repentance; but if proud and gloomy,
It is the poison tree, that pierced to the inmost,
Weeps only tears of poison.

Remorse is the echo of a lost virtue.

Remorse is the echo of a lost virtue.

Remorse: beholding heaven and feeling hell.

Remorse: beholding heaven and feeling hell.

Remorse: beholding heaven and feeling hell

Remorse: beholding heaven and feeling hell

Remorse is the echo of a lost virtue

Remorse is the echo of a lost virtue

One man's remorse is another man's reminiscence

One man's remorse is another man's reminiscence

Remorse is the pain of sin.

Remorse is the pain of sin.

If thou dost slander her and torture me,
Never pray more; abandon all remorse;
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If thou dost slander her and torture me,
Never pray more; abandon all remorse;
On horror's head horrors accumulate;
Do deeds to make heaven weep, all earth amazed;
For nothing canst thou to damnation add
Greater than that.