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Guilt is the source of sorrow, 'tis the fiend,Th' avenging fiend, that follows us behindWith whips and stings.
Guilt is the source of sorrow, 'tis the fiend,Th' avenging fiend, that follows us behindWith whips and stings.
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.]
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!
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.
The guilty is he who meditates a crime; the punishment is his who lays the plot.
The guilty is he who meditates a crime; the punishment is his who lays the plot.
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.
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!