2. 3. 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. 4. A secret in his mouth SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. Is like a wild bird put into a cage, 5. What torment's equal to the grief of mind, BEN JONSON. SPENSER'S Fairy Queen. 6. Search not to find what lies too deeply hid; Nor to know things whose knowledge is forbid. 7. I have a silent sorrow here, A grief I'll ne'er impart; It breathes no sigh, it sheds no tear, Yet it consumes my heart. DENHAM. SHERIDAN. 8. And if she met him, tho' she smil'd no more, BYRON'S Don Juan. 9. In that corroding secresy, which gnaws BYRON'S Lara. 10. And there were sighs, the deeper for suppression, 11. I think that all the world are grown anonymous, BYRON'S Werner. 12. In many ways does the full heart reveal The presence of the love it would conceal. COLERIDGE. 1. CONFESSION. I know not why I love this youth; and I have heard you say, 2. I blush to think what I have said SHAKSPEARE. But fate has wrested the confession from me;- ADDISON'S Cato. 3. Well did I mark the new-born passion grow, Which my heart beat responsive at perceiving. 4. As letters some hand has invisibly trac'd, A. SKETON. When held to the flame, will steal out to the sight; The warmth of a meeting like this brings to light. MOORE. 5. A light comes o'er me from those looks of love, Like the first dawn of mercy from above. MOORE. 6. 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 That I cannot deny it-I love you! CONFIDENCE. J. T. WATSON. 1. Thy words convince me ; all my doubts are vanish'd. ESCHYLUS' Agamemnon. 2. Be thou as just and gracious unto me, As I am confident and kind to thee. 3. Let mutual joy our mutual trust combine, And love, and love-born confidence, be thine! 4. Thou know'st how fearless is my trust in thee. SHAKSPEARE. DRYDEN. MISS L. E. LANDON. 5. Amidst the dull cares that surround us in life, In the moments of bliss that illumine our way,— Or thrill'd with delight at the scenes we survey,- CONSCIENCE-DUTY. 1. Whiles trembling horror did his conscience daunt, And hellish anguish did his soul assail. SPENSER. SHAKSPEARE. 132 * CONSCIENCE - DUTY. 2. A peace above all other dignities, A still and quiet conscience. 3. My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. 4. Oh! I have past a miserable night! 5. Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; The thief doth fear each bush an officer. 6. Thrice is he arm'd that hath his quarrel just; And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel, Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted. 7. 8. Leave her to heaven, And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge, Now conscience wakes despair, That slumber'd; wakes the bitter memory Of what he was, what is, and what must be SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. Worse, if worse deeds, worse sufferings must ensue. MILTON'S Paradise Lost. 9. He that has light within his own clear breast, MILTON'S Comus. 10. Why should not conscience have vacation, 11. 'Tis ever thus BUTLER'S Hudibras. With noble minds; if chance they slide to folly, Of their severe repentance. 12. Here, here it lies; a lump of lead by day; And in my short, distracted, nightly slumbers, The hag that rides my dreams. 13. One self-approving hour whole years outweighs MASON. DRYDEN. POPE'S Essay on Man. 14. He's arm'd without, that 's innocent within. 15. Knowledge or wealth to few are given, But mark how just the ways of heaven: POPE. True joy to all is free. Nor wealth nor knowledge grant the boon, It all belongs to thee. MICKLE. 16. Oh conscience! conscience! man's most faithful friend, Him canst thou comfort, ease, relieve, defend; CRABBE. |