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 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.
Haste, holy Friar,
Haste, ere the sinner shall expire!
Of all his guilt let him be shriven,
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Haste, holy Friar,
Haste, ere the sinner shall expire!
Of all his guilt let him be shriven,
And smooth his path from earth to heaven!
How glowing guilt exalts the keen delight!
How glowing guilt exalts the keen delight!
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.]
Guilt: the gift that keeps on giving.
Guilt: the gift that keeps on giving.
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.]
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.]
It is criminal to steal a purse, daring to steal a fortune, a mark of greatness to steal a crown. read more
It is criminal to steal a purse, daring to steal a fortune, a mark of greatness to steal a crown. The blame diminishes as the guilt increases.
