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He that has light within his own clear breast
Knowledge or wealth to few are given ; But mark how just the ways of Heaven :
True joy to all is free ; Nor wealth nor knowledge grant the boon, 'Tis thine, O Conscience ! thine alone :
It all belongs to thee. - Mickle.
562. CONSCIENCE. A guilty
SUSPICION always haunts the guilty mind : The thief doth fear each bush an officer.
Not sharp revenge, nor hell itself, can find
And I felt I should have to answer
The question it put to me,
Throughout an eternity.
Came floating before my sight;
Were alive with a terrible might.
Was an awful thing to face,
In that solemnly silent place.
Of the judgment-day to be,
Seem'd judgment enough for me.
To this land beyond the grave;
And no one came to save.
And the present would never go by,
Grown into eternity.
And the vision pass'd away,
Was a warning of yesterday.
In this land before the grave,
And no one come to save.
In the place where the years increase,
In the land where time will cease.
How dreadful soe'er it be,
Shakespeare. I know myself now, and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities ; A still and quiet conscience. --Shakespeare.
First guilty conscience doth the mirror bring,
Here, here it lies; a lump of lead by day ;
Thus oft it haps, that when within,
A feather daunts the brave;
• Before their meanest slave. - Scott.
None have accused thee ; 'tis thy conscience cries,
563. CONSCIENCE: her restraining power.
A silent index, tracks the planets' march
In all their wanderings through the ethereal arch, For though the judge, Conscience, makes no show,
Tells through the mist where dazzled Mercury burns, But silently to her dark session comes,
And marks the spot where Uranus returns.
So, till by wrong or negligence effaced,
The living index which thy Maker traced Though she on hills sets not her gibbets high, Repeats the line each starry virtue draws
Where frightful law sets hers; nor bloody seems, Through the wide circuit of creation's laws;
Still tracks unchanged the everlasting ray
But, once defaced, forgets the orbs of light,
And leaves thee wandering o'er the expanse of night.
Holmes. And so the world from many mischiefs frees; Known by her cures, as law by punishment.
566. CONSCIENCE: must be obeyed. Davenant. TO CONSCIENCE! conscience ! Man's most faithful
friend, 564. CONSCIENCE: her testimony concerning | How canst thou comfort, ease, relieve, defend ! a future life.
But if he will thy friendly checks forego, SCEPTIC, whoe'er thou art, tell, if thou knowest,
Thou art, oh, woe for me! his deadliest foe. Why every nation, every clime, though all
Crabbe. In laws, in rights, in manners disagree,
567. CONSCIENCE: operates most powerfully With one consent expect another world
in the noblest minds. Where wickedness shall weep? Why in each breast
'Tis ever thus Is placed a friendly monitor, that prompts,
With noble minds, if chance they slide to folly ; Informs, directs, encourages, forbids?
Remorse stings deeper, and relentless conscience Tell, why on unknown evil grief attends,
Pours more of gall into the bitter cup
Of their severe repentance. - Mason.
568. CONSCIENCE. Power of Or why such horrors gnaw the guilty soul
CONSCIENCE, what art thou? thou tremendous power! Of dying sinners, while the good man sleeps Peaceful and calm, and with a smile expires ?
Who dost•inhabit us without our leave;
And art within ourselves another self,
A master-self, that loves to domineer,
How dost thou light a torch to distant deeds! A QUIET conscience makes one so serene !
Make the past present, and the future frown! Christians have burnt each other quite persuaded
How, ever and anon, awake the soul,
As with a peal of thunder, to strange horrors,
In this long, restless dream, which idiots hug,
Nay, wise men flatter with the name of life! To breast its waves, but not without a guide ;
Young Yet, as the needle will forget its aim,
569. CONSCIENCE. Remorse of Jarr'd by the fury of the electric flame,
THE mind that broods o'er guilty woes As the true current it will falsely feel
Is like the scorpion girt by fire ; Warp'd from its axis by a freight of steel ;
In circle narrowing as it glows, So will thy CONSCIENCE lose its balanced truth,
The flames around their captive close, If passion's lightning fall upon thy youth;
Till, inly search'd by thousand throes, So the pure effluence quit its sacred hold,
And maddening in her ire, Girt round too deeply with magnetic gold.
One and a sole relief she knows: Go to yon tower, where busy science plies
The sting she nourish'd for her foes, Her vast antennæ, feeling through the skies;
Whose venom never yet was vain, That little vernier on whose slender lines
Gives but one pang, and cures all pain, The midnight taper trembles as it shines,
She darts into her desperate brain.
So do the dark in soul expire,
Arm’d at all points, bids scorpion vengeance pass,
And to the mind holds up reflection's glass-
Trust me, no tortures which the poets feign
Can match the fierce, the unutterable pain 570. CONSCIENCE : a supreme authority.
He feels, who, night and day devoid of rest, ACCOUNTABLE to none
Carries his own accuser in his breast. But to my conscience and my God alone.
But conscience, in some awful, silent hour, 571. CONSCIENCE: sweetness of her com | When captivating lusts have lost their power, mendations in the final hour.
Perhaps when sickness, or some fearful dream,
Reminds him of religion, hated theme !
Starts from the down on which she lately slept,
And tells of laws despised, at least not kept ;
Shows with a pointing finger, but no noise,
A pale procession of past sinful joys,
All witnesses of blessings foully scorn'd,
And life abused, are not to be suborn'd. -Cowper.
There is no future pang
Can deal that justice on the self-condemn'd
He deals on his own soul.- Byron.
There is no power in holy men,
Nor charms in prayer, nor purifying form
Of penitence, nor outward look, nor fast,
Nor agony, nor, greater than all these,
The innate tortures of that deep despair,
Which is remorse without the fear of hell,
But all in all sufficient to itself,
Would make a hell of heaven-can exorcise,
From out the unbounded spirit, the quick sense Denham.
Of its own sins, wrongs, sufferance, and revenge 572. CONSCIENCE. Terrors of an awakened Upon itself.-Byron. OH-I have pass'd a miserable night,
No ear can hear, no tongue can tell, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights,
The tortures of that inward hell!-Byron. That, as I am a Christian faithful man,
| How awful is that hour, when conscience stings I would not spend another such a night,
The hoary wretch who on his death-bed hears, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days : So full of dismal terror was the time.
Deep in his soul, the thundering voice that rings, Shakespeare.
In one dark, damning moment, crimes of years,
And screaming like a vulture in his ears,
Tells, one by one, his thoughts and deeds of shame; Methought the billows spoke and told me of it;
How wild the fury of his soul careers ! The winds did sing it to me, and the thunder,
His swart eye flashes with intensest flame, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounced
And like the torture's rack the wrestling of his frame. The name of Prosper. --Shakespeare.
7. G. Percival. No; 'tis the tale which angry conscience tells, When she with more than tragic horror swells
573. CONSCIENCE: the oracle of God. Each circumstance of guilt; when stern, but true, Yet still there whispers the small voice within, She brings bad actions forth into review,
Heard through Gain's silence, and o'er Glory's din : And, like the dread handwriting on the wall, Whatever creed be taught or land be trod, Bids late remorse awake at reason's call;
| Man's conscience is the oracle of God !-Byron.
574. CONSCIENCE : a trouble to bad men.
It is a dangerous thing; It makes a man a coward; a man Cannot steal but it accuseth him ; a man Cannot swear, but it checks him. 'Tis a blushing shame-faced spirit, that Mutinies in a man's bosom ; it fills One full of obstacles. It made me once Restore a purse of gold, that by chance I Found. It beggars any man that keeps it. It is turn'd out of towns and cities for A dangerous thing; and every man that means To live well, endeavours to trust himself, And live without it. - Shakespeare.
It needs the overflow of heart
To give the lips full speech. Think truly, and thy thoughts
Shall the world's famine feed ; Speak truly, and each word of thine
Shall be a fruitful seed ;
A great and noble creed.
578. CONSOLATION. Compensatory
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
So, Christian ! though gloomy and sad be thy days,
And the tempest of sorrow encompass thee black; Though no sunshine of promise or hope sheds its
rays To illumine and cheer thy life's desolate track Though thy soul writhes in anguish, and bitter tears
flow O'er the wreck of fond joys from thy bleeding
heart riven, Check thy murmuring sorrows, thou lorn one, and
know That the chastenid on earth are the purest for
heaven : And remember, though gloomy the present may be, That 'the Master is coming,' and coming to thee.
575. CONSCIENCE: a witness.
579. CONSOLATION : in Christ.
Thou may'st conceal thy sin by cunning art,
Watkyns. 576. CONSECRATION. Entire
IF so poor a worm as I
May to Thy great glory live,
All my words and thoughts receive;
Take my mem'ry, mind, and will ;
All I know, and all I feel ;
Now I give Thee back Thine own;
Consecrate to Thee alone :
“If any consolation be
In Christ!' Oh words of mild reproof To all who sit in misery,
Holding their griefs and cares aloof
If there no consolation be
In Christ, or comfort in His love, Ah ! where for succour can we flee?
Too heavy must our burden prove If we must bear its weight aloneSo deathly faint as we have grown ; Beneath this long suspense and fear What if there were no comfort near ?
THOU must be true thyself,
If thou the truth wouldst teach ; Thy soul must overflow, if thou
Another's soul wouldst reach.
Alone, and all-forsaken by
The hearts that we have served in need, While keen reproaches multiply,
And gaping wounds afresh do bleed,
Comfort the hearts that ache and bleed,
O blessed Jesus! Soothe the woe Of trembling lips that vainly plead ;
How rough these earthly paths can grow, Thy pierced, wounded feet attest; Give to the heavy laden rest, Draw all the weary unto Thee, Till they Thy consolation see.- Hildreth.
And sad exclusion through decay of sense :
Wordsworth. 582. CONSTANCY. Emblem of
580. CONSOLATION. Time's
And when Time, sweet opiate, flings
Mellow, sweet, and soft appears ;
Still it does not ask for tears.
And when better still than this,
All its power on earth shall cease,
Birth to deathless joy and peace.-Clinch.
I AM constant as the northern star;
Shakespeare. 583. CONSTANCY. Friendly
In bower and garden rich and rare
There's many a cherish'd flower,
Within the flitting hour.
Unprized, unnoticed, lying-
It changes but in dying.
Once mine and mine for ever ;
That shall desert them never.
Time, chance, the world defying ;
That changes but in dying.-G. W. Doani.
581. CONSOLATION. True
ONE adequate support
The darts of anguish fix not, where the seat
584. CONSTANCY. Virtuous
Who is the honest man? He that doth still and strongly good pursue, To God, his neighbour, and himself most true;
Whom neither force nor fawning can
Whose honesty is not
Who rides his sure and even trot,
Who, when great trials come,
All being brought into a sum,
Whom none can work or woo,
His words and works and fashion too | All of a piece, and all are clear and straight.
Come labour, when the worn-out frame requires Perpetual sabbath ; come disease, and want,