Hau Kiou choaan | ||
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XI.
On Detraction[31]
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When I hear evil spoken of another, it
giveth me as much pain,
As if sharp thorns were piercing my heart.
When I hear another commended, it giveth me as much pleasure,
As the exquisite smell of the most fragrant flowers.
As if sharp thorns were piercing my heart.
When I hear another commended, it giveth me as much pleasure,
As the exquisite smell of the most fragrant flowers.
Hau Kiou choaan | ||