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 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.
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.
Guilt is anything you did and fear others to know about
Guilt is anything you did and fear others to know about
Men's minds are too ingenious in palliating guilt in themselves.
[Lat., Ingenia humana sunt ad suam cuique levandam culpam read more
Men's minds are too ingenious in palliating guilt in themselves.
[Lat., Ingenia humana sunt ad suam cuique levandam culpam nimio
plus facunda.]
He that is conscious of guilt cannot bear the innocence of others: So they will try to reduce all others read more
He that is conscious of guilt cannot bear the innocence of others: So they will try to reduce all others to their own level.
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; the thief doth fear each bush an officer.
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; the thief doth fear each bush an officer.
Guilt: the gift that keeps on giving.
Guilt: the gift that keeps on giving.
Those who guilt stains it equals.
[Lat., Facinus quos inquinat aequat.]
Those who guilt stains it equals.
[Lat., Facinus quos inquinat aequat.]
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.
