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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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.
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.
How guilt once harbour'd in the conscious breast,
Intimidates the brave, degrades the great.
How guilt once harbour'd in the conscious breast,
Intimidates the brave, degrades the great.
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.
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.
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.
A guilty conscience never feels secure.
A guilty conscience never feels secure.
The guilty one is not he who commits the sin, but the one who causes the darkness.
The guilty one is not he who commits the sin, but the one who causes the darkness.
