Haste, holy Friar,
Haste, ere the sinner shall expire!
Of all his guilt let him be shriven,
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Haste, holy Friar,
Haste, ere the sinner shall expire!
Of all his guilt let him be shriven,
And smooth his path from earth to heaven!

Let guilty men remember, their black deeds
Do lean on crutches made of slender reeds.

Let guilty men remember, their black deeds
Do lean on crutches made of slender reeds.

Guilt is the source of sorrows, the avenging fiend that follows us behind with whips and stings.

Guilt is the source of sorrows, the avenging fiend that follows us behind with whips and stings.

These false pretexts and varnished colours failing,
Rare in thy guilt how foul must thou appear.

These false pretexts and varnished colours failing,
Rare in thy guilt how foul must thou appear.

Nothing is more wretched that the mind of a man conscious of
guilt.
[Lat., Nihil est miserius quam read more

Nothing is more wretched that the mind of a man conscious of
guilt.
[Lat., Nihil est miserius quam animus hominis conscius.]

How guilt once harbour'd in the conscious breast,
Intimidates the brave, degrades the great.

How guilt once harbour'd in the conscious breast,
Intimidates the brave, degrades the great.

We are almost always guilty of the hate we encounter.

We are almost always guilty of the hate we encounter.

Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.

Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.

Guilt once harbored in the conscious breast, intimidates the brave, degrades the great.

Guilt once harbored in the conscious breast, intimidates the brave, degrades the great.