Sin.

There is no evil that we do commit,
But hath th' extraction of some good from it:
As when we sin, God, the great Chemist, thence
Draws out th' elixir of true penitence.

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

To God.

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

To Dews. A Song.

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

To Myrrha, Hard-Hearted.

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

Upon One Who Said She Was Always Young.

Robert Herrick, Simple Poetry

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

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Evil.

Evil no nature hath; the loss of good
Is that which gives to sin a livelihood.

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Sin.

Sin no existence; nature none it hath,
Or good at all, as learned Aquinas saith.

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Sin.

Sin once reached up to God's eternal sphere,
And was committed, not remitted there.

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Sinners.

Sinners confounded are a twofold way,
Either as when, the learned schoolmen say,
Men's sins destroyed are when they repent,
Or when, for sins, men suffer punishment.

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Sin.

There's no constraint to do amiss,
Whereas but one enforcement is.

Robert Herrick