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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We are almost always guilty of the hate we encounter.
We are almost always guilty of the hate we encounter.
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.]
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.]
Guilt: the gift that keeps on giving.
Guilt: the gift that keeps on giving.
Guilt once harbored in the conscious breast, intimidates the brave, degrades the great.
Guilt once harbored in the conscious breast, intimidates the brave, degrades the great.
Action and care will in time wear down the strongest frame, but guilt and melancholy are poisons of quick dispatch.
Action and care will in time wear down the strongest frame, but guilt and melancholy are poisons of quick dispatch.
The guilty think all talk is of themselves
The guilty think all talk is of themselves
He is not guilty who is not guilty of his own free will.
[Lat., Haud est nocens, quicumque non read more
He is not guilty who is not guilty of his own free will.
[Lat., Haud est nocens, quicumque non sponte est nocens.]
Without the spice of guilt, sin cannot be fully savored.
Without the spice of guilt, sin cannot be fully savored.
