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Guilt: the gift that keeps on giving.
Guilt: the gift that keeps on giving.
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 who flees from trial confesses his guilt.
He who flees from trial confesses his guilt.
Sin with the multitude, and your responsibility and guilt are as great and as truly personal, as if you alone read more
Sin with the multitude, and your responsibility and guilt are as great and as truly personal, as if you alone had done the wrong
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.]
A land of levity is a land of guilt.
A land of levity is a land of guilt.
How glowing guilt exalts the keen delight!
How glowing guilt exalts the keen delight!
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.
The guilty think all talk is of themselves
The guilty think all talk is of themselves
