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Blest tears of soul-felt penitence!
In whose benign, redeeming flow
Is felt the first, the only sense
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Blest tears of soul-felt penitence!
In whose benign, redeeming flow
Is felt the first, the only sense
Of guiltless joy that guilt can know.
That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat
Of habit's devil.
That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat
Of habit's devil.
Have more than thou showest,
Speak less than thou knowest.
Have more than thou showest,
Speak less than thou knowest.
The Good are better made by Ill,
As odours crushed are sweeter still.
The Good are better made by Ill,
As odours crushed are sweeter still.
Like a dog he hunts in dreams.
Like a dog he hunts in dreams.
Though little fire grows great with little wind,
Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all.
Though little fire grows great with little wind,
Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all.
Fortune, delighting in her cruel task, and playing her wanton
game untiringly, is ever shifting her uncertain favours.
Fortune, delighting in her cruel task, and playing her wanton
game untiringly, is ever shifting her uncertain favours.
God's in His Heaven--
All's right with the world!
God's in His Heaven--
All's right with the world!
United we stand, divided we fall.
United we stand, divided we fall.
