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 echo of a lost virtue.

Remorse is the echo of a lost virtue.

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

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 pain of sin

Remorse is the pain of sin

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.

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.