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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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.]
I esteem death a trifle, if not caused by guilt.
[Lat., Dum ne ob male facta peream, parvi aestimo.]
I esteem death a trifle, if not caused by guilt.
[Lat., Dum ne ob male facta peream, parvi aestimo.]
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.
A guilty conscience never feels secure.
A guilty conscience never feels secure.
And then it started, like a guilty thing
Upon a fearful summons.
And then it started, like a guilty thing
Upon a fearful summons.
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
The fearful face usually betrays great guilt.
[Lat., Multa trepidus solet
Detegere vultus.]
The fearful face usually betrays great guilt.
[Lat., Multa trepidus solet
Detegere vultus.]
Guilt: the gift that keeps on giving.
Guilt: the gift that keeps on giving.
Guilt is the price we pay willingly for doing what we are going to do anyway
Guilt is the price we pay willingly for doing what we are going to do anyway
