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Before

By Robert Browning

Topics: classic

I.     Let them fight it out, friend! things have gone too far.     God must judge the couple: leave them as they are     Whichever ones the guiltless, to his glory,     And whichever one the guilts with, to my story! II.     Why, you would not bid men, sunk in such a slough,     Strike no arm out further, stick and stink as now,     Leaving right and wrong to settle the embroilment,     Heaven with snaky hell, in torture and entoilment? III.     Whos the culprit of them? How must he conceive     God, the queen he caps to, laughing in his sleeve,     Tis but decent to profess oneself beneath her:     Still, one must not be too much in earnest, either! IV.     Better sin the whole sin, sure that God observes;     Then go live his life out! Life will try his nerves,     When the sky, which noticed all, makes no disclosure,     And the earth keeps up her terrible composure. V.     Let him pace at pleasure, past the walls of rose,     Pluck their fruits when grape-trees graze him as he goes!     For he gins to guess the purpose of the garden,     With the sly mute thing, beside there, for a warden. VI.     Whats the leopard-dog-thing, constant at his side,     A leer and lie in every eye of its obsequious hide?     When will come an end to all the mock obeisance,     And the price appear that pays for the misfeasance? VII.     So much for the culprit. Whos the martyred man?     Let him bear one stroke more, for be sure he can!     He that strove thus evils lump with good to leaven,     Let him give his blood at last and get his heaven! VIII.     All or nothing, stake it! Trust she God or no?     Thus far and no farther? farther? be it so!     Now, enough of your chicane of prudent pauses,     Sage provisos, sub-intents and saving-clauses! IX.     Ah, forgive you bid him? While Gods champion lives,     Wrong shall be resisted: dead, why, he forgives.     But you must not end my friend ere you begin him;     Evil stands not crowned on earth, while breath is in him. X.     Once more, Will the wronger, at this last of all,     Dare to say, I did wrong, rising in his fall?     No? Let go then! Both the fighters to their places!     While I count three, step you back as many paces!

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About Robert Browning

Robert Browning (1812–1889) was a major English Victorian poet who perfected the dramatic monologue form. His poems—including "My Last Duchess," "The Pied Piper of Hamelin," and "Fra Lippo Lippi"—explore psychology, morality, and art through the voices of vividly drawn characters.

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