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!
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He is not guilty who is not guilty of his own free will.
[Lat., Haud est nocens, quicumque non read more
He is not guilty who is not guilty of his own free will.
[Lat., Haud est nocens, quicumque non sponte est nocens.]
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.
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.
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.
It is more dangerous that even a guilty person should be punished without the forms of law than that he read more
It is more dangerous that even a guilty person should be punished without the forms of law than that he should escape.
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.
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.
Every man is guilty of all the good he didn't do.
Every man is guilty of all the good he didn't do.
