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Remorse: Quotations from Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations

See the Gospel Church secure, And founded on a Rock! All her promises are sure; Her bulwarks who can shock? Count her every precious shrine; Tell, to after-ages tell, Fortified by power divine, The Church can never fail.— CHARLES WESLEY — Scriptural. Psalm XLVIII. St. 9.

Who God doth late and early pray More of his Grace than Gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a Religious Book or Friend.— SIR HENRY WOTTON — The Character of a Happy Life. St. 5.

But if man loses all, when life is lost, He lives a coward, or a fool expires. A daring infidel (and such there are, From pride, example, lucre, rage, revenge, Or pure heroical defect of thought), Of all earth's madmen, most deserves a chain.— YOUNG — Night Thoughts. Night VII. L. 199.

Religion's all. Descending from the skies To wretched man, the goddess in her left Holds out this world, and, in her right, the next.— YOUNG — Night Thoughts. Night IV. L. 550.

Cruel Remorse! where Youth and Pleasure sport, And thoughtless Folly keeps her court, - Crouching 'midst rosy bowers thou lurk'st unseen; Slumbering the festal hours away, While Youth disports in that enchanting scene; Till on some fated day Thou with a tiger-spring dost leap upon thy prey, And tear his helpless breast, o'erwhelmed with wild dismay.— ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD — Ode to Remorse. St. 6.

Remorse is as the heart in which it grows; If that be gentle, it drops balmy dews Of true repentance; but if proud and gloomy, It is the poison tree, that pierced to the inmost, Weeps only tears of poison.— COLERIDGE — Remorse. Act I. Sc. 1.

Motives, that Judas moved, soon spent their force, When followed an intolerable remorse, The dream of avarice was at an end, He had betrayed his living Lord and Friend.— S. ABRAHAM COLES — The Light of the

World. P. 314-315, Farewell, remorse: all good to me is lost; Evil, be thou my good.— MILTON — Paradise Lost. Bk. IV. L. 108.

The hell within him.— MILTON — Paradise Lost. Bk. IV. L. 20.

High minds, of native pride and force, Most deeply feel thy pangs, Remorse! Fear, for their scourge, mean villains have, Thou art the torturer of the brave! C.— SCOTT — Marmion. Canto III. St. 13.

Abandon all remorse; On horror's head horrors accumulate.— Shakespeare — Othello. Act III. Sc. 3. L. 369.

Unnatural deeds Do breed unnatural troubles: infected minds To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets: More needs she the divine than the physician.— Shakespeare — Macbeth. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 79.