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.

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.

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.

High minds, of native pride and force,
Most deeply feel thy pangs, Remorse;
Fear, for their scourge, read more

High minds, of native pride and force,
Most deeply feel thy pangs, Remorse;
Fear, for their scourge, means villains have,
Thou art the torturer of the brave!

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.