The accusing spirit, which flew up to heavens chancery with the oath, blushed as he gave it in; and the recording angel as he wrote it down dropped a tear upon the word and blotted it out forever.1
Whoeer has travelld lifes dull round, Whereer his stages may have been, May sigh to think he still has found The warmest welcome at an inn.4
Written on a Window of an Inn.
Note 1. But sad as angels for the good mans sin, Weep to record, and blush to give it in. Thomas Campbell: Pleasures of Hope, part ii. line 357. [back]
Note 2. Dieu mésure le froid à la brebis tondue (God measures the cold to the shorn lamb).Henri Estienne (1594): Prémices, etc. p. 47.