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`!SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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