Remorse.
Remorse is memory awake, Her companies astir, -- A presence of departed acts At window and at door. It's past set down before the soul, And lighted with a match, Perusal to facilitate Of its condensed despatch. Remorse is cureless, -- the disease Not even God can heal; For 't is his institution, -- The complement of hell.
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