Atonement frames them friends of former foes,
And makes the moods of swelling wrath to ’suage.
No faster friendship than that grows from grief,
When melting minds with mutual ruth relent.
How close the severed skin unites again,
When salves have smoothly heal’d the former hurts!
Cador. I never yet saw heart so smoothly heal’d,
But that the scar bewray’d the former wound:
Yea, where the salve did soonest close the skin,
The sore was oft’ner covered up than cur’d: