Were but unwelcome witnesses when thou
Art summoned for thy last account to meet
With thine accuser, Memory—and these,
If these were all to testify of thee,
Would seal thy doom with rayless misery:
It is alone the rich, ripe, perfect grain
Of Goodness and of Virtue that can win
For thee the taintless wealth of Paradise.
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Our lives are what we make them—human will