Quote#Love
Me, guilty me, make me your aim
Quote byJohn Conington · 1825–1869
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Book IX, p. 324.
English (original)
Me, guilty me, make me your aim, O Rutules! mine is all the blame; He did no wrong, nor e'er could do; That sky, those stars attest 'tis true; Love for his friend too freely shown, This was his crime, and this alone.
— John Conington
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