WHAT REDRESS
I pray you, do not use this thingFor vengeance; but if questioningWhat wound, when dealt your humankind,Goes deepest,—surely he will findWho wrongsyou, lovinghimno less—There’s nothing hurts like tenderness.
I pray you, do not use this thingFor vengeance; but if questioningWhat wound, when dealt your humankind,Goes deepest,—surely he will findWho wrongsyou, lovinghimno less—There’s nothing hurts like tenderness.
I pray you, do not use this thingFor vengeance; but if questioningWhat wound, when dealt your humankind,Goes deepest,—surely he will findWho wrongsyou, lovinghimno less—There’s nothing hurts like tenderness.
I pray you, do not use this thing
For vengeance; but if questioning
What wound, when dealt your humankind,
Goes deepest,—surely he will find
Who wrongsyou, lovinghimno less—
There’s nothing hurts like tenderness.