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Conscience of guilt is prophecy of pain,
And bosom-counsel to decline the blow.
Reason with Inclination ne'er had jarr'd,
If nothing future paid forbearance here.
Thus on:—these, and a thousand pleas uncall'd,
All promise, some insure, a second scene;
Which, were it doubtful, would be dearer far
Than all things else most certain; were it false,
What truth on earth so precious as the lie?
This world it gives us, let what will ensue;
This world it gives, in that high cordial, hope;
The future of the present is the soul:
How this life groans when sever'd from the next!
Poor, mutilated wretch, that disbelieves!
By dark distrust, his being, cut in two,
In both parts perishes; life void of joy,
Sad prelude of eternity in pain!