We are slow to believe that which if believed would hurt our feelings. Everything comes gradually and at its appointed hour. Like fragile ice anger passes away in time. We are ever striving after what is forbidden, and coveting what is denied us.
Chance is always powerful.
My hopes are not always realized, but I always hope. Had I not sinned what would there be for you to pardon. My fate has given you the opportunity for mercy. Neither can the wave that has passed by be recalled, nor the hour which has passed return again.