|Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocotts Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.|
|The only art her guilt to cover,|
To hide her shame from evry eye;
To give repentance to her lover,
And wring his bosomis to die.
Goldsmith.The Vicar of Wakefield. (Olivias Song.)
|Guilts a terrible thing.|
Ben Jonson.Bartholomew Fair, Act IV. Scene 1.