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“Would see my log-book? Fairly writ,
With pen of steel, and ink of blood!
How lightly doth the conscience sit!
Learn, truth 's the only good.”
And thus, with flout, and cold and impious jeer,
He fled repentance, if he scaped not fear.
With pen of steel, and ink of blood!
How lightly doth the conscience sit!
Learn, truth 's the only good.”
And thus, with flout, and cold and impious jeer,
He fled repentance, if he scaped not fear.
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