My dull brain was wrought with things forgotten.
A true repentance shuns the evil itself, more than the external suffering or the shame.
Tear-falling pity dwells not in this eye.
The fringed curtains of thine eye advance, And say what thou seest yond.
Nothing comes from doing nothing.
And worse I may be yet: the worst is not So long as we can say 'This is the worst.