“The sin I impute to each frustrute ghost
Is—the unlit lamp and the ungirt loin,
Though the end in sight was a vice, I say.”

— Robert Browning

The Statue and the Bust.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)

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English poet and playwright of the Victorian Era 1812–1889

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