guilt

rage

is the source of sorrow; *tis the fiend, The avenging fiend, that follows us behind With whips and stings.

Guilt is the source of sorrow; *tis the fiend, The avenging fiend, that follows us behind With whips and stings.

is the shortest passion of our souls: Like narrow brooks, that rise with sudden show’rs. It swells in haste, and falls again as soon.

Rage is the shortest passion of our souls: Like narrow brooks, that rise with sudden show’rs. It swells in haste, and falls again as soon.

is the shortest passion of our souls. Like narrow brooks that rise with sudden showers. It swells in haste, and falls again as soon. Still as it ebbs, the softer thoughts flow in. And the deceiver, love, supplies its place.

Rage is the shortest passion of our souls. Like narrow brooks that rise with sudden showers. It swells in haste, and falls again as soon. Still as it ebbs, the softer thoughts flow in. And the deceiver, love, supplies its place.

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