134 CONSCIENCE - DUTY. Conscience, what art thou? thou tremendous power! YOUNG'S Brothers. Who does the best his circumstance allows, YOUNG'S Night Thoughts. The sly informer minutes ev'ry fault, YOUNG'S Night Thoughts. There is no future pang, Can deal that justice on the self-condemn'd, He deals on his own soul. A quiet conscience makes one so serene! BYRON'S Dor. Juan. But, at sixteen, the conscience rarely gnaws BYRON'S Don Juan. So much the better:-I may stand alone, BYRON'S Don Juan. CONSCIENCE-DUTY. No ear can hear, no tongue can tell The conscience fierce, 135 BYRON'S Graour. Awak'ning, without wounding the touch'd heart. BYRON'S Childe Harold. Yet still there whispers the small voice within, BYRON'S Island. That savage spirit, which would lull by wrath Not all the glory, all the praise, May conscience's dreadful sentence drown. Possessions vanish, and opinions change, BYRON'S Island. MRS. HOLFORD. Trust me, no tortures which the poets feign WORDSWORTH. GIFFORD'S Juvenal. How awful is that hour when conscience stings J G. PERCIVAL. 136 CONSENT - REFUSAL. This kills his pleasure all the day, To him a loathsome, hated pest. J. T. WATSON. CONSENT REFUSAL. I cannot love him: Yet I suppose him virtuous, know him noble, SHAKSPEARE. Do I not in plainest truth SHAKSPEARE. He might have took his answer long ago. SHAKSPEARE. Repulse upon repulse met ever Yet gives not o'er, tho' desperate of success. MILTON. you oblige me suddenly to choose, DRYDEN. Take my esteem, if you on that can live; But, frankly, sir, 't is all I have to give. Dryden. Love is not in our power, Nay, what seems stranger, is not in our choice; FROWDE. 'Twas whisper'd balm-'t was sunshine spoken! MOORE CONSTANCY - INCONSTANCY 137 I strove not to resist so sweet a flame, Nor would I now, would love permit, be free! My heart with love is beating, Transported by your eyes; Alas! there's no retreating, In vain a captive flies. LORD LYTTLETON I've rich ones rejected, and fond ones denied, Oh, do not talk to me of love, 'Tis deepest cruelty to me MCNEIL. O heaven! were man But constant, he were perfect; that one error Fills him with faults; makes him run through all sins. 1 am constant as the northern star, SHAKSPEARE. Of whose true, fix'd, and resting quality SHAKSPEARE. 138 CONSTANCY - INCONSTANCY. Go, bid the needle its dear North forsake, To which with trembling reverence it doth bend; Go, bid th' ambitious flames no more ascend;. Perhaps this cruel nymph well knows to feign COWLEY GAY'S Dione. True constancy no time, no power can move, Of change; and how should this be otherwise? Then fare thee well-I'd rather make BYRON'S Don Juan MOORE |