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 pain of sin

Remorse is the pain of sin

Remorse is the pain of sin.

Remorse is the pain of sin.

Remorse: beholding heaven and feeling hell

Remorse: beholding heaven and feeling hell

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.

Farewell, remorse: all good to me is lost;
Evil, be thou my good.

Farewell, remorse: all good to me is lost;
Evil, be thou my good.

Remorse is the echo of a lost virtue

Remorse is the echo of a lost virtue

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.