CONCEALMENT - SECRESY. 123 She never told her love; But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought, Smiling at grief. I will believe Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know; And so far will I trust thee. SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. A secret in his mouth Is like a wild bird put into a cage, What torment's equal to the grief of mind, BEN JONSON. SPENSER'S Fairy Queen. Search not to find what lies too deeply hid; I have a silent sorrow here, A grief I'll ne'er impart; It breathes no sigh, it sheds no tear, And if she met him, tho' she smil'd no more, She look'd a sadness sweeter than her smile, DENHAM. SHERIDAN. As if her heart had deeper thoughts in store, BYRON'S Don Juan. In that corroding secresy, which gnaws BYRON'S Lara And there were sighs, the deeper for suppression, I think that all the world are grown anonymous, BYRON'S Werner. In many ways does the full heart reveal COLERIDGE. CONFESSION. I know not why I love this youth; and I have heard you say, I blush to think what I have said SHAKSPEARE. But fate has wrested the confession from me ;— ADDISON'S Cato. Well did I mark the new-born passion grow, As letters some hand has invisibly trac'd, A. SKETON When held to the flame, will steal out to the sight; So, many a feeling that long seem'd effac'd, The warmth of a meeting like this brings to light. MOORE, A light comes o'er me from those looks of love, MOORE. CONFIDENCE-CONSCIENCE - DUTY. I admit you are handsome,-but still, I should guess, I've heard you call'd charming,-but you must confess You think me the slave of your charms;-I allow Yet, charming and fair as I see you, I vow CONFIDENCE. 131 J. T. WATSON. Thy words convince me; all my doubts are vanish'd. ÆSCHYLUS' Agamemnon. Be thou as just and gracious unto me, Let mutual joy our mutual trust combine, Thou know'st how fearless is my trust in thee. SHAKSPEARE. DRYDEN MISS L. E. LANDON. Amidst the dull cares that surround us in life, In the moments of bliss that illumine our way,— When the bosom is torn with contention and strife, Or thrill'd with delight at the scenes we survey,― Oh! blest is the man, who can freely repose In the heart of a friend all his joys and his woes! J. T. WATSON. CONSCIENCE-DUTY. Whues treinbling horror did his conscience daunt, SPENSER 132 CONSCIENCE - DUTY. A peace above all other dignities A still and quiet conscience. SHAKSPEARE. My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, SHAKSPEAKE. Oh! I have past a miserable night! Though 't were to buy a world of happy days! SHAKSPEARE. Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; SHAKSPEARE. Thrice is he arm'd that hath his quarrel just; Leave her to heaven, And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge, To prick and sting her. Now conscience wakes despair, That slumber'd; wakes the bitter memory Of what he was, what is, and what must be SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE Worse, if worse deeds, worse sufferings must ensue. MILTON'S Paradise Lost. He that has light within his own clear breast, MILTON'S Comus CONSCIENCE-DUTY. Why should not conscience have vacation, 'Tis ever thus BUTLER'S Hudibras With noble minds; if chance they slide to folly, Of their severe repentance. Here, here it lies; a lump of lead by day; One self-approving hour whole years outweighs MASON 182 DRYDEN, POPE'S Essay on Man. He's arm'd without, that's innocent within. Knowledge or wealth to few are given, True joy to all is free. Nor wealth nor knowledge grant the boon, 'Tis thine, O Conscience! thine alone It all belongs to thee. Oh conscience! conscience! man's most faithful friend. Him canst thou comfort, ease, relieve, defend; But if he will thy friendly checks forego, CRABBE |