Of all the paths lead to a woman's love, Pity's the straightest.
Of all the paths lead to a woman's love, Pity's the straightest.
That sort of half sigh, which, accompanied by two or three slight nods of the head, is pity's small change in general society.
Beloved, till life can charm no more; And mourned, till Pity's self be dead.
And alien tears will fill for him Pity's long-broken urn, For his mourners will be outcast men, And outcasts always mourn.
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