Misdeeds that are repented no longer exist.

The alleviation of the condition of insanity has also been accomplished now…

All the wild-witches, those most notable ladies
For all their broom-sticks and their tears,
Their angry tears, are gone.

Anger was washed away in the river along with any obligation.

Forgotten the strife;
Now the need to kill
Has died like fire,
And the need to love
Has replaced desire

Pain is no longer pain when it is past.

through furiousness Of ne’er abated pruriency.

All my ghosts had vanished; the retribution that they sought had been exacted. I had nothing more to give and nothing to fear.

Vows made in storms are forgotten in calm.

No wearisome days, no sorrowful nights; no hunger or thirst; no anxiety or fears; no envies, no jealousies, no breaches of friendship, no sad separations, no distrusts or forebodings, no self-reproaches, no enmities, no bitter regrets, no tears, no heartaches; "And there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain; for the former things are passed away."

Vice itself lost half its evil by losing all its grossness.

No pain, no palm; no thorns, no throne; no gall, no glory; no cross, no crown.

All the fear in me disappeared after that experience. That is the twist.

The rain drenches not my heart spring ignites not my desires and in the name of love
these days no longer any furor does stir within.