Sin.

Sin never slew a soul unless there went
Along with it some tempting blandishment.

Robert Herrick

Robert Herrick was a 17th-century English lyric poet and cleric. He is known for his book of poems, "Hesperides," which includes the carpe diem poem "To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time." His works are noted for their clarity, simplicity, and musical quality. Herrick was also a vicar of Dean Prior in Devon, despite being ejected during the English Civil War and later reinstated.

Robert Herrick

Another. (Charms.)

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

Upon His Verses.

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Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

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There is no evil that we do commit,
But hath th' extraction of some good from it:
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After true sorrow for our sins, our strife
Must last with Satan to the end of life.

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When once the sin has fully acted been,
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