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.

However boldly their warm blood was spilt,
Their life was shame, their epitaph was guilt;
And this read more

However boldly their warm blood was spilt,
Their life was shame, their epitaph was guilt;
And this they knew and felt, at least the one,
The leader of the hand he had undone,--
Who, born for better things, had madly set
His life upon a cast, which linger'd yet.

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.

Every guilty person is his own hangman.

Every guilty person is his own hangman.

He who flees from trial confesses his guilt.
[Lat., Fatetur facinus is qui judicum fugit.]

He who flees from trial confesses his guilt.
[Lat., Fatetur facinus is qui judicum fugit.]

A guilty conscience never feels secure.

A guilty conscience never feels secure.

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.

From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed.

From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed.

Guilt: the gift that keeps on giving.

Guilt: the gift that keeps on giving.