Acquittal of the guilty damns the judge.
Be this your wall of brass, to have no guilty secrets, no wrong-doing that makes you turn pale
The man of upright life, unstained by guilt
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
God has joined the innocent with the guilty.