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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The guilty is he who meditates a crime; the punishment is his who lays the plot.
The guilty is he who meditates a crime; the punishment is his who lays the plot.
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.
It is the confession, not the priest, that gives us absolution
It is the confession, not the priest, that gives us absolution
The greatest incitement to guilt is the hope of sinning with impunity.
The greatest incitement to guilt is the hope of sinning with impunity.
Guilt is anything you did and fear others to know about
Guilt is anything you did and fear others to know about
A guilty conscience never feels secure.
A guilty conscience never feels secure.
Alas! How difficult it is to prevent the countenance from
betraying guilt!
[Heu! quam difficile est crimen non read more
Alas! How difficult it is to prevent the countenance from
betraying guilt!
[Heu! quam difficile est crimen non prodere vultu.]
And then it started, like a guilty thing
Upon a fearful summons.
And then it started, like a guilty thing
Upon a fearful summons.
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.]
