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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.

Guilt is present in the very hesitation, even though the deed be not committed.

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

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.

How guilt once harbour'd in the conscious breast, Intimidates the brave, degrades the great.

The gods Grow angry with your patience. 'Tis their care, And must be yours, that guilty men escape not: As crimes do grow, justice should rouse itself.

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.

Men's minds are too ingenious in palliating guilt in themselves.

Those who guilt stains it equals.

Neither side is guiltless if its adversary is appointed judge.

These false pretexts and varnished colours failing, Rare in thy guilt how foul must thou appear.

Alas! How difficult it is to prevent the countenance from betraying guilt!

I esteem death a trifle, if not caused by guilt.

Nothing is more wretched that the mind of a man conscious of guilt.

How glowing guilt exalts the keen delight!

Haste, holy Friar, Haste, ere the sinner shall expire! Of all his guilt let him be shriven, And smooth his path from earth to heaven!

He is not guilty who is not guilty of his own free will.

The fearful face usually betrays great guilt.

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

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!