| John Donne (15721631). The Poems of John Donne. 1896. | | | | Divine Poems | | Ode: Vengeance will Sit above our Faults |
| | | 1. | VENGEANCE will sit above our faults; but till | |
| She there do 1 sit, | |
| We see her not, nor them. Thus, blind, yet still | |
| We lead her way; and thus, whilst we do ill, | |
| We suffer it. | 5 |
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| 2. | Unhappy he whom youth makes not beware | |
| Of doing ill. | |
| Enough we labour under age, and care; | |
| In number, th errors of the last place are | |
| The greatest still. | 10 |
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| 3. | Yet we, that should the ill we now begin | |
| As soon repent, | |
| Strange thing! perceive not; our faults are not seen, | |
| But past us; neither felt, but only in | |
| The punishment. | 15 |
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| 4. | But we know ourselves least; mere outward shows | |
| Our minds so store, | |
| That our souls no more than our eyes disclose | |
| But form and colour. Only he who knows | |
| Himself, knows more. | 20 |
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