Let this be your wall of brass, to have nothing on your conscience, no guilt to make you turn pale.
Be this thy brazen bulwark, to keep a clear conscience, and never turn pale with guilt.
Punishment closely follows guilt as its companion.
Virtue, dear friend, needs no defense, The surest guard is innocence: None knew, till guilt created fear, What darts or poisoned arrows were
The man of upright life, unstained by guilt