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

Guilt is always jealous.

Guilt is always jealous

Let guilty men remember, their black deeds Do lean on crutches made of slender reeds.

I have never smuggled anything in my life. Why, then, do I feel an uneasy sense of guilt on approaching a customs barrier?

How tedious is a guilty conscience!