Time elaborately thrown away.
Thy purpose firm is equal to the deed: Who does the best his circumstance allows Does well, acts nobly; angels could no more.
What tender force, what dignity divine, what virtue consecrating every feature; around that neck what dross are gold and pearl!
A foe to God ne'er was true friend to man, Some sinister intent taints all he does.
A tardy vengeance shares the tyrant's guilt.
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