Come, now again, thy woes impart,
Tell all thy sorrows, all thy sin;
We cannot heal the read more

Come, now again, thy woes impart,
Tell all thy sorrows, all thy sin;
We cannot heal the throbbing heart
Will we discern the wounds within.

Indulgent gods, grant me to sin once with impunity. That is
sufficient. Let a second offence bear its punishment.
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Indulgent gods, grant me to sin once with impunity. That is
sufficient. Let a second offence bear its punishment.
[Lat., Di faciles, peccasse semel concedite tuto:
Id satis est. Peonam culpa secunda ferat.]

A sin confessed is half forgiven.

A sin confessed is half forgiven.

Had I not sinned what would there be for you to pardon. My fate has given you the opportunity for read more

Had I not sinned what would there be for you to pardon. My fate has given you the opportunity for mercy.

Her rash hand in evil hour
Forth reaching to the fruit, she pluck'd, she eat;
Earth felt read more

Her rash hand in evil hour
Forth reaching to the fruit, she pluck'd, she eat;
Earth felt the wound, and Nature from her seat
Sighing through all her works gave signs of woe
That all was lost.

And the publican, standing afar off, would not lift up so much as
his eyes unto heaven, but smote read more

And the publican, standing afar off, would not lift up so much as
his eyes unto heaven, but smote upon his breast, saying, God be
merciful to me a sinner.

It is a sin for a plebian to grumble in public.
[Lat., Palam mutire plebeio piaculum est.]

It is a sin for a plebian to grumble in public.
[Lat., Palam mutire plebeio piaculum est.]

Compound for sins they are inclin'd to,
By damning those they have no mind to.

Compound for sins they are inclin'd to,
By damning those they have no mind to.

. . . it is the very nature of sin to prevent man from meditating on spiritual things. . .

. . . it is the very nature of sin to prevent man from meditating on spiritual things. . .