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SCENE XVI.
Medarsesalone.
Alas! I now by sad experience learn
That innocence is still the surest guide.
He who confides in guilt, should Fortune frown,
Has nothing left; but he who puts his trust
In virtue, though depress'd with every suffering,
Enjoys life's sovereign blessing, peace of mind.
That innocence is still the surest guide.
He who confides in guilt, should Fortune frown,
Has nothing left; but he who puts his trust
In virtue, though depress'd with every suffering,
Enjoys life's sovereign blessing, peace of mind.
A torrent foul that deeper grows,
While wintry storms its waves supply;
No longer swell'd by melting snows,
And mountain floods, more slowly flows,
And leaves at length its channel dry.
While wintry storms its waves supply;
No longer swell'd by melting snows,
And mountain floods, more slowly flows,
And leaves at length its channel dry.
The purer stream, that from the veins
Of porous earth derives it source,
Though fed no more by drenching rains,
With waters purified from stains,
Continues still its gentle course.
Of porous earth derives it source,
Though fed no more by drenching rains,
With waters purified from stains,
Continues still its gentle course.
[Exit.
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