Thou hast wounded the spirit that loved thee
And cherish'd thine image for years;
Thou hast taught read more

Thou hast wounded the spirit that loved thee
And cherish'd thine image for years;
Thou hast taught me at last to forget thee,
In secret, in silence, and tears.

Safe in a ditch he bides,
With twenty trenched gashes on his head,
The least a death read more

Safe in a ditch he bides,
With twenty trenched gashes on his head,
The least a death to nature.

He jests at scars that never felt a wound.

He jests at scars that never felt a wound.

And one shall say unto him, What are these wounds in thine hands?
Then he shall answer, Those with read more

And one shall say unto him, What are these wounds in thine hands?
Then he shall answer, Those with which I was wounded in the house
of my friends.

I tell you that which you yourselves do know,
Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths,
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I tell you that which you yourselves do know,
Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths,
And bid them speak for me.

H' had got a hurt
O' th' inside of a deadlier sort.

H' had got a hurt
O' th' inside of a deadlier sort.

Ah me! we wound where we never intended to strike; we create
anger where we never meant harm; and read more

Ah me! we wound where we never intended to strike; we create
anger where we never meant harm; and these thoughts are the
thorns in our cushion.
- William Makepeace Thackeray,

A wound will perhaps become tolerable with length of time; but
wounds which are raw shudder at the touch read more

A wound will perhaps become tolerable with length of time; but
wounds which are raw shudder at the touch of the hands.
[Lat., Tempore ducetur longo fortasse cicatrix;
Horrent admotas vulnera cruda manus.]

What deep wounds ever closed without a scar?
The hearts bleed longest, and but heal to wear
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What deep wounds ever closed without a scar?
The hearts bleed longest, and but heal to wear
That which disfigures it.