And then it started, like a guilty thing
Upon a fearful summons.

And then it started, like a guilty thing
Upon a fearful summons.

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

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.

Guilt is the price we pay willingly for doing what we are going to do anyway

Guilt is the price we pay willingly for doing what we are going to do anyway

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.

Let no guilty man escape, if it can be avoided. No personal
consideration should stand in the way of read more

Let no guilty man escape, if it can be avoided. No personal
consideration should stand in the way of performing a public
duty.

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.

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.

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!