From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed.

From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed.

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.

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.]

Nothing is more wretched that the mind of a man conscious of
guilt.
[Lat., Nihil est miserius quam read more

Nothing is more wretched that the mind of a man conscious of
guilt.
[Lat., Nihil est miserius quam animus hominis conscius.]

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 gods
Grow angry with your patience. 'Tis their care,
And must be yours, that guilty men read more

The gods
Grow angry with your patience. 'Tis their care,
And must be yours, that guilty men escape not:
As crimes do grow, justice should rouse itself.

What we call real estate--the solid ground to build a house
on--is the broad foundation on which nearly all read more

What we call real estate--the solid ground to build a house
on--is the broad foundation on which nearly all the guilt of this
world rests.

But mine, and mine I loved, and mine I praised,
And mine that I was proud on--mine so much
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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!

The greatest incitement to guilt is the hope of sinning with impunity.

The greatest incitement to guilt is the hope of sinning with impunity.