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 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 regret that one waited so long to do it.

Remorse is regret that one waited so long to do it.

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

To be left alone, and face to face with my own crime, had been just retribution.

To be left alone, and face to face with my own crime, had been just retribution.

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.

Remorse is virtue's root; its fair increase are fruits of innocence and blessedness

Remorse is virtue's root; its fair increase are fruits of innocence and blessedness