Samuel Taylor Coleridge (Ñýìþýë Òýéëîð Êîëüðèäæ)

Humility the Mother of Charity

Frail creatures are we all! To be the best,
Is but the fewest faults to have:—
Look thou then to thyself, and leave the rest
To God, thy conscience, and the grave.

1. This Lime-tree Bower my Prison
2. The Nose
3. The Presence of Love
4. Love's Apparition and Evanishment: An Allegoric Romance
5. Progress of Vice

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