Conscience. Fichte. THE most reckless Sinner against his own Conscience has always in the background the consolation, that he will go on in this course only this time, or only so long, but that at such a time he will amend. We may be assured that we do not stand clear with our own Consciences, so long as we determine, or project, or even hold it possible, at some future time to alter our course of action. Conscience.-South. A PALSY may as well shake an oak, or a fever dry up a fountain, as either of them shake, dry up, or impair the delight of Conscience. For it lies within, it centres in the heart, it grows into the very substance of the soul, so that it accompanies a man to his grave; he never outlives it, and that for this cause only, because he cannot outlive himself. Conscience. Horace. NOT even for an hour can you bear to be alone, nor can you advantageously apply your leisure time, but you endeavour, a fugitive and wanderer, to escape from yourself, now vainly seeking to banish Remorse by wine, and now by sleep; but the gloomy companion presses on you, and pursues you as you fly. Conscience. Shakspeare. Do breed unnatural troubles: Infected minds NO man ever offended his own Conscience, but first or last it was revenged upon him for it. Conscience. Shakspeare. CONSCIENCE, it makes a man a coward; a man cannot steal, but it accuseth him; a man cannot swear, but it checks him; a man cannot lie with his neighbour's wife, but it detects him. Conscience. — Fuller. IF thou wouldst be informed what God has written concerning thee in Heaven, look into thine own Bosom, and see what graces he hath there wrought in thee. Conscience.-S. T. Coleridge. CAN any thing be more dreadful than the Thought, that an innocent child has inherited from you a disease, or a weakness, the penalty in yourself of sin, or want of caution? Conscience. — Fuller. A GUILTY Conscience is like a whirlpool, drawing in all to itself which would otherwise pass by. Conscience. — Shakspeare. WHO would bear the whips and scorns of Time, The Oppressor's wrong, the Proud Man's contumely, That patient Merit of the unworthy takes, Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of Thought; Conscience. — Mason. 'TIS ever thus With noble minds, if chance they slide to folly; Conscience.-Shakspeare. TRY what Repentance can. What can it not? Conscience. Colton. TO be satisfied with the Acquittal of the World, though accompanied with the secret Condemnation of Conscience, this is the mark of a little mind; but it requires a soul of no common stamp to be satisfied with its own Acquittal, and to despise the Condemna tion of the World. Conscience. - Shakspeare. WHAT stronger breast-plate than a Heart untainted? Conscience. — Dryden. HERE, here it lies: a lump of lead by day; Conscience. Steele. THE World will never be in any manner of order or tranquillity, until men are firmly convinced, that Conscience, Honour, and Credit are all in one interest; and that without the concurrence of the former, the latter are but impositions upon ourselves and others. Conscience.Milton. HE that has light within his own clear Breast, Conscience. Young. CONSCIENCE, what art thou? thou tremendous power! As with a peal of thunder, to strange horrors, Conscience. Shakspeare. THOU turn'st mine eyes into my very Soul; Conscience. — Shakspeare. BETTER be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our place, have sent to peace, In restless ecstasy. Conscience. - Crabbe. OH! Conscience! Conscience! Man's most faithful friend, Him canst thou comfort, ease, relieve, defend: But if he will thy friendly checks forego, Thou art, oh! wo for me, his deadliest foe! Conscience. — Byron. HORROR and doubt distract His troubled Thoughts, and from the bottom stir The Hell within him; for within him Hell He brings, and round about him, nor from Hell One step no more than from himself can fly By change of place. Conscience.-Byron. YET still there whispers the Small Voice within, Heard through Gain's silence, and o'er Glory's din: Whatever creed be taught or land be trod, Man's Conscience is the oracle of God! Conscience. — Byron. THE Mind, that broods o'er guilty woes, In circle narrowing as it glows, The flames around their captive close, One and sole relief she knows: Or live like scorpion girt by fire; So writhes the Mind Remorse hath riven, Around it flame, within it death! Conscience.-Shakspeare. I FEEL within me A peace above all earthly dignities, Conscience.- Shakspeare. My Conscience hath a thousand several tongues, Conscience. Byron. THERE is no future pang Consciousness. — Bruyere. TO feel the want of reason is next to having it; an idiot is not capable of this sensation. The best thing next to wit is a Consciousness that it is not in us; without wit, a man might then know how to behave himself, so as not to appear to be a fool or a coxcomb. Consequences.- Colton. AS the dimensions of the tree are not always regulated by the size of the seed, so the Consequences of things are not always proportionate to the apparent magnitude of those events that have produced them. Thus, the American Revolution, from which little was expected, produced much; but the French Revolution, from which much was expected, produced little. Consolation. — Rousseau. CONSOLATION indiscreetly pressed upon us, when we are suffering under affliction, only serves to increase our pain, and to render our grief more poignant. Conspiracy. — Shakspeare. O CONSPIRACY! Sham'st thou to show thy dangerous brow by night, Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough To mask thy monstrous visage? Seek none, Conspiracy; Contemplation. — Burnet. THERE is no lasting pleasure but Contemplation; all others grow flat and insipid upon frequent use; and when a man hath run through a set of vanities, in the declension of his age, he knows not what to do with himself, if he cannot think: he saunters about from one dull business to another, to wear out time; and hath no reason to value Life but because he is afraid of Death. And not for reptiles-we have none for Steno, |