Patience! coy singers of the Delphic wood, The brightest sun tempts forth the viper brood; And, of all insects buds and blooms enclose, The one that stinks the most infests the rose.
“No man doth bear his sin, But many sins Are gathered as a cloud about man’s way.”
Ezra Pound | “To Our Lady of Vicarious Atonement”
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