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When from out of error’s darkness
With a word both sure and ardent
I had drawn the fallen soul,
Cursed the vice that had ensnared you
And so doing wrung your hands;
When, punishing with recollection
Forgetful conscience, you then told
The tale of all that went before me,
And suddenly you hid your face
In trembling hands and, filled with horror,
Filled with shame, dissolved in tears,
Indignant as you were, shaken…

“Twice two is four is an excellent thing, but if we’re going to praise everything then twice two is five can sometimes be a most charming little thing as well!”