|And I know of the future judgment|
How dreadful soer it be
That to sit alone with my conscience
Would be judgment enough for me.
Chas. William StubbsAlone with my conscience.
|Oh! think what anxious moments pass between|
The birth of plots, and their last fatal periods,
Oh! tis a dreadful interval of time,
Filled up with horror all, and big with death!
AddisonCato. Act I. Sc. 3.
|They have cheveril consciences that will stretch.|
BurtonAnatomy of Melancholy. Pt III. Sec. IV. Memb. 2. Subsect. 3.
|Why should not Conscience have vacation|
As well as other Courts o th nation?
Have equal power to adjourn,
Appoint appearance and return?
ButlerHudibras. Pt. II. Canto II. L. 317.
|A quiet conscience makes one so serene!|
Christians have burnt each other, quite persuaded
That all the Apostles would have done as they did.
ByronDon Juan. Canto I. St. 83.
|But at sixteen the conscience rarely gnaws|
So much, as when we call our old debts in
At sixty years, and draw the accounts of evil,
And find a deuced balance with the devil.
ByronDon Juan. Canto I. St. 167.
| There is no future pang|
Can deal that justice on the self condemnd
He deals on his own soul.
ByronManfred. Act III. Sc. 1.
|Yet still there whispers the small voice within,|
Heard through Gains silence, and oer Glorys din;
Whatever creed be taught or land be trod,
Mans conscience is the oracle of God.
ByronThe Island. Canto I. St. 6.
| The Past lives oer again|
In its effects, and to the guilty spirit
The ever-frowning Present is its image.
ColeridgeRemorse, Act I. Sc. 2.
|The still small voice is wanted.|
CowperThe Task. Bk. V. L. 687.
|Oh, Conscience! Conscience! mans most faithful friend,|
Him canst thou comfort, ease, relieve, defend;
But if he will thy friendly checks forego,
Thou art, oh! woe for me, his deadliest foe!
CrabbeStruggles of Conscience. Last Lines.
|O dignitosa coscienza e netta,|
Come t è picciol fallo amaro morso.
O faithful conscience, delicately pure, how doth a little failing wound thee sore!
DantePurgatorio. III. 8.
|Se tosto grazia risolva le schiume|
Di vostra conscienza, si che chiaro
Per essa scenda della mente il fiume.
So may heavens grace clear away the foam from the conscience, that the river of thy thoughts may roll limpid thenceforth.
DantePurgatorio. XIII. 88.
|Zwei Seelen wohnen, ach! in meiner Brust,|
Die eine will sich von der andern trennen.
Two souls, alas! reside within my breast, and each withdraws from and repels its brother.
GoetheFaust. I. 2. 307.
| Conscience is a coward, and those faults it has not strength to prevent, it seldom has justice enough to accuse.|
GoldsmithVicar of Wakefield. Ch. XIII.
| Hic murus aeneus esto,|
Nil conscire sibi, nulla pallescere culpa.
Be this thy brazen bulwark, to keep a clear conscience, and never turn pale with guilt.
HoraceEpistles. I. 1. 60.
|A cleere conscience is a sure carde.|
LylyEuphues. P. 207. Arbors reprint. (1579).
|He that has light within his own clear breast,|
May sit i the centre, and enjoy bright day;
But he that hides a dark soul, and foul thoughts,
Benighted walks under the mid-day sun;
Himself is his own dungeon.
MiltonComus. L. 381.
| Now conscience wakes despair|
That slumberd, wakes the bitter memory
Of what he was, what is, and what must be
Worse; of worse deeds worse sufferings must ensue!
MiltonParadise Lost. Bk. IV. L. 23.
|O Conscience, into what abyss of fears|
And horrors hast thou driven me, out of which
I find no way, from deep to deeper plunged.
MiltonParadise Lost. Bk. X. L. 842.
|Let his tormentor conscience find him out.|
MiltonParadise Regained. Bk. IV. L. 130.
| Whom conscience, neer asleep,|
Wounds with incessant strokes, not loud, but deep.
MontaigneEssays. Bk. II. Ch. V. Of Conscience.
|Conscia mens ut cuique sua est, ita concipit intra|
Pectora pro facto spemque metumque suo.
According to the state of a mans conscience, so do hope and fear on account of his deeds arise in his mind.
OvidFasti. I. 485.
|One self-approving hour whole years outweighs|
Of stupid starers and of loud huzzas.
PopeEssay on Man. Ep. IV. L. 255.
|True, conscious Honour is to feel no sin,|
Hes armd without thats innocent within;
Be this thy screen, and this thy wall of Brass.
PopeFirst Book of Horace. Ep. I. L. 93.
|Some scruple rose, but thus he easd his thought,|
Ill now give sixpence where I gave a groat;
Where once I went to church, Ill now go twice
And am so clear too of all other vice.
PopeMoral Essays. Ep. III. L. 365.
|Let Joy or Ease, let Affluence or Content,|
And the gay Conscience of a life well spent,
Calm evry thought, inspirit evry grace,
Glow in thy heart, and smile upon thy face.
PopeTo Mrs. M. B., on her Birthday.
|What Conscience dictates to be done,|
Or warns me not to do;
This teach me more than Hell to shun,
That more than Heavn pursue.
| Sic vive cum hominibus, tanquem deus videat; sic loquere cum deo, tanquam homines audiant.|
Live with men as if God saw you; converse with God as if men heard you.
SenecaEpistolæ Ad Lucilium. X.
|Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;|
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied oer with the pale cast of thought.
And enterprises of great pith and moment,
With this regard, their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.
Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 83. (Away, not awry in folio.)
|They are our outward consciences.|
Henry V. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 8.
|Now, if you can blush and cry, guilty, cardinal,|
Youll show a little honesty.
Henry VIII. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 306.
|I know myself now; and I feel within me|
A peace above all earthly dignities;
A still and quiet conscience.
Henry VIII. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 377.
| Better be with the dead,|
Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace,
Than on the torture of the mind to lie
In restless ecstacy.
Macbeth. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 19.
| Well, my conscience says, Launcelot, budge not. Budge, says the fiend: budge not, says my conscience. Conscience, say I, you counsel well. Fiend, say I, you counsel well.|
Merchant of Venice. Act II. Sc. 2.
|I hate the murderer, love him murdered.|
The guilt of conscience take thou for thy labour,
But neither my good word nor princely favour:
With Cain go wander through shades of night,
And never show thy head by day nor light.
Richard II. Act V. Sc. 6. L. 40.
|The worm of conscience still begnaw thy soul!|
Thy friends suspect for traitors while thou livst,
And take deep traitors for thy dearest friends!
Richard III. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 222.
| Tis a blushing shamefast spirit that mutinies in a mans bosom; it fills one full of obstacles.|
Richard III. Act I. Sc. 4. L. 141.
| Soft, I did but dream.|
O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!
Richard III. Act V. Sc. 3. L. 179.
|My conscience hath a thousand several tongues,|
And every tongue brings in a several tale,
And every tale condemns me for a villain.
Richard III. Act V. Sc. 3. L. 193.
|Conscience is but a word that cowards use,|
Devised at first to keep the strong in awe.
Richard III. Act V. Sc. 3. L. 309.
| I know thou art religious,|
And hast a thing within thee called conscience,
With twenty popish tricks and ceremonies,
Which I have seen thee careful to observe.
Titus Andronicus. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 75.
| Trust that man in nothing who has not a Conscience in everything.|
SterneTristram Shandy. Bk. II. Ch. XVII.
|La conscience des mourants calomnie leur vie.|
The conscience of the dying belies their life.
| Labor to keep alive in your breast that little spark of celestial fire, called Conscience.|
George WashingtonMoral Maxims. Virtue and Vice. Conscience.
|Men who can hear the Decalogue and feel|
WordsworthThe Old Cumberland Beggar. L. 136.