What matter the pangs of a husband and father,
If his sorrows in exile be great or be small,
So the Pharisee’s glories around her she gather,
And the saint patronizes her ‘charity ball!’
What matters–a heart which, though faulty, was feeling,
Be driven to excesses which once could appal–
That the sinner should suffer is only fair dealing,
As the saint keeps her charity back for ‘the ball’!
(Lord George Gordon Byron)
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