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Remorse is the echo of a lost virtue.
Remorse is the echo of a lost virtue.
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.
If thou dost slander her and torture me,
Never pray more; abandon all remorse;
On horror's head read more
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 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
Remorse is regret that one waited so long to do it.
Remorse is regret that one waited so long to do it.
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: beholding heaven and feeling hell.
Remorse: beholding heaven and feeling hell.
