But mine, and mine I loved, and mine I praised,
And mine that I was proud on--mine so much
That I myself was to myself not mine,
Valuing of her--why she, O, she is fall'n
Into a pit of ink, that the wide sea
Hath drops too few to wash her clean again,
And salt too little which may season give
To her foul tainted flesh!
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Guilt is anger directed at ourselves.
Guilt is anger directed at ourselves.
Those who guilt stains it equals.
[Lat., Facinus quos inquinat aequat.]
Those who guilt stains it equals.
[Lat., Facinus quos inquinat aequat.]
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.
Every guilty person is his own hangman.
Every guilty person is his own hangman.
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.
Men's minds are too ready to excuse guilt in themselves.
Men's minds are too ready to excuse guilt in themselves.
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.
