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Every man is guilty of all the good he didn't do.
Every man is guilty of all the good he didn't do.
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!
One who condones evils is just as guilty as the one who perpetrates it.
One who condones evils is just as guilty as the one who perpetrates it.
Whatever guilt is perpetrated by some evil prompting, is grievous
to the author of the crime. This is the read more
Whatever guilt is perpetrated by some evil prompting, is grievous
to the author of the crime. This is the first punishment of
guilt that no one who is guilty is acquitted at the judgment seat
of his own conscience.
[Lat., Exemplo quodcumque malo committitur, ipsi
Displicet auctori. Prima est haec ultio, quod se
Judice nemo nocens absolvitur.]
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.]
Neither side is guiltless if its adversary is appointed judge.
[Lat., Nulla manus belli, mutato judice, pura est.]
Neither side is guiltless if its adversary is appointed judge.
[Lat., Nulla manus belli, mutato judice, pura est.]
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.
I esteem death a trifle, if not caused by guilt.
[Lat., Dum ne ob male facta peream, parvi aestimo.]
I esteem death a trifle, if not caused by guilt.
[Lat., Dum ne ob male facta peream, parvi aestimo.]
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.