THE  CHARITY BALL

By
Lord Byron

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What matter the pangs of a husband and father,

If his sorrows in exile be great or be small,

So the Pharisee's glories around her she gather,

And the saint patronizes her "charity ball ! "

What matters ---- a heart which, though faulty, was feeling,

Be driven to excesses which once-could appal ----

That the sinner should suffer is only fair dealing,

As the saint keeps her charity back for "the ball ! "

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