Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.
Cruel Remorse! where Youth and Pleasure sport, And thoughtless Folly keeps her court, Crouching midst rosy bowers thou lurkst 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, oerwhelmed with wild dismay. Anna Letitia BarbauldOde 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. ColeridgeRemorse. Act I. Sc. 1.