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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How glowing guilt exalts the keen delight!
How glowing guilt exalts the keen delight!
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.
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
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.
The guilty think all talk is of themselves
The guilty think all talk is of themselves
A land of levity is a land of guilt.
A land of levity is a land of guilt.
Every guilty person is his own hangman.
Every guilty person is his own hangman.
Guilt is present in the very hesitation, even though the deed be
not committed.
[Lat., In ipsa dubitatione read more
Guilt is present in the very hesitation, even though the deed be
not committed.
[Lat., In ipsa dubitatione facinus inest, etiamsi ad id non
pervererint.]
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.
