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: the gift that keeps on giving.
Guilt: the gift that keeps on giving.
Guilt is a sure sign your thinking is unnatural.
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HS was the amanuensis for the Course In Miracles.
Guilt is a sure sign your thinking is unnatural.
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HS was the amanuensis for the Course In Miracles.
A land of levity is a land of guilt.
A land of levity is a land of guilt.
Let no guilty man escape, if it can be avoided. No personal
consideration should stand in the way of read more
Let no guilty man escape, if it can be avoided. No personal
consideration should stand in the way of performing a public
duty.
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.
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.
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.]
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.
