That he is mad, 't is true: 't is true 't is pity;And pity 't is 't is true.

No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity. But I know none, and therefore am no beast.

All right. I listen. My life sinks a littlefarther, for the pity; from now on I know itwith them. We'll take a stand, wherever the end is.We go forward by this quiet sharing,they one way, I another. I am their promise:no one else is going to know.

And every grief that mortals shareFound pity in his tenderness.

To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love / All pray in their distress.

Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door.