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.
COLERIDGE: _Remorse,_ Act i., Sc. 1.
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