<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419747" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ode</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I. VENGEANCE will sit above our faults ; but till <br>She there do sit, <br>We see her not, nor them. Thus blind, yet still <br>We lead her way ; and thus, whilst we do ill, <br>We suffer it. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">2. Unhappy he whom youth makes not beware <br>Of doing ill. <br>Enough we labour under age, and care ; <br>In number, th' errors of the last place are <br>The greatest still. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">3. Yet we, that should the ill we now begin <br>As soon repent, <br>Strange thing ! perceive not ; our faults are not seen, <br>But past us ; neither felt, but only in <br>The punishment. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">4. But we know ourselves least ; mere outward shows <br>Our minds so store, <br>That our souls no more than our eyes disclose <br>But form and colour. Only he who knows <br>Himself, knows more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Donne">John Donne</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419747" data-title="Ode de John Donne" data-description="I. VENGEANCE will sit above our faults ; but till She there do sit, We see her not, nor them. Thus blind, yet still We lead her way ; and thus, whilst we do ill, We suffer it. 2. Unhappy he whom youth makes not beware Of doing ill. Enough ..."></div> </div> </div>

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