Shame has a short memory.[La vergüenza tiene mala memoria.]
Pride gets into the Coach, and Shame mounts behind.
Peasant’s pride is lordling’s shame.
O shame, where is thy blush?
In effect it seemed to him that, though honor might possess certain advantages, yet shame had others, and not inferior: advantages, even, that were well-nigh boundless in their scope.
Having been poor is no shame, but being ashamed of it, is.
Few people, when they love no longer, but feel shame for having loved.[Il n’y a guère de gens qui ne soient honteux de s’être aimés quand ils ne s’aiment plus.]
Being ignorant is not so much a Shame, as being unwilling to learn.
All is confounded, all! Reproach and everlasting shame sits mocking in our plumes.