Sin hath the devil for its father, shame for its companion, and death for its wages

Sin hath the devil for its father, shame for its companion, and death for its wages

If yet not lost to all the sense of shame.

If yet not lost to all the sense of shame.

Here shame dissuades him, there his fear prevails,
And each by turns his aching heart assails.

Here shame dissuades him, there his fear prevails,
And each by turns his aching heart assails.

The more things a man is ashamed of, the more respectable he is.

The more things a man is ashamed of, the more respectable he is.

Mort de ma vie! all is confounded, all!
Reproach and everlasting shame
Sits mocking in our plumes.

Mort de ma vie! all is confounded, all!
Reproach and everlasting shame
Sits mocking in our plumes.

Shame is pride's cloak.

Shame is pride's cloak.

I am not ashamed that these reproaches can be cast upon us, and
that they can not be repelled.
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I am not ashamed that these reproaches can be cast upon us, and
that they can not be repelled.
[Lat., Pudet haec opprobria nobis
Et dici potuisse et non potuisse repelli.]

Let us not be ashamed to speak what we shame not to think.

Let us not be ashamed to speak what we shame not to think.

We live in an atmosphere of shame. We are ashamed of everything
that is real about us; ashamed of read more

We live in an atmosphere of shame. We are ashamed of everything
that is real about us; ashamed of ourselves, of our relatives, of
our incomes, of our accents, of our opinion, of our experience,
just as we are ashamed of our naked skins.