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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.
 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! 
Guilt is the source of sorrow, 'tis the fiend,Th' avenging fiend, that follows us behindWith whips and stings.
Guilt is the source of sorrow, 'tis the fiend,Th' avenging fiend, that follows us behindWith whips and stings.
It is criminal to steal a purse, daring to steal a fortune, a mark of greatness to steal a crown. read more
It is criminal to steal a purse, daring to steal a fortune, a mark of greatness to steal a crown. The blame diminishes as the guilt increases.
 Whatever guilt is perpetrated by some evil prompting, is grievous 
to the author of the crime. This is the read more 
 Whatever guilt is perpetrated by some evil prompting, is grievous 
to the author of the crime. This is the first punishment of 
guilt that no one who is guilty is acquitted at the judgment seat 
of his own conscience.
 [Lat., Exemplo quodcumque malo committitur, ipsi
  Displicet auctori. Prima est haec ultio, quod se
   Judice nemo nocens absolvitur.] 
It is base to filch a purse, daring to embezzle a million, but it is great beyond measure to steal read more
It is base to filch a purse, daring to embezzle a million, but it is great beyond measure to steal a crown. The sin lessens as the guilt increases.
Sin with the multitude, and your responsibility and guilt are as great and as truly personal, as if you alone read more
Sin with the multitude, and your responsibility and guilt are as great and as truly personal, as if you alone had done the wrong
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.
 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.