134 CONSCIENCE-DUTY. 17. Conscience, what art thou? thou tremendous power! YOUNG'S Brothers. 18. Who does the best his circumstance allows, Does well, acts nobly-angels could no more. YOUNG'S Night Thoughts. 19. The sly informer minutes ev'ry fault, And her dread diary with horror fills. 20. YOUNG'S Night Thoughts. Can deal that justice on the self-condemn'd, There is no future pang, 23. A quiet conscience makes one so serene! Christians have burnt each other, quite persuaded BYRON'S Don Juan. 24. But, at sixteen, the conscience rarely gnaws BYRON'S Don Juan. 25. So much the better:-I may stand alone, BYRON'S Don Juan. 28. Yet still there whispers the small voice within, BYRON'S Island. 29. That savage spirit, which would lull by wrath 30. Not all the glory, all the praise, That decks the prosperous hero's days, 31. Possessions vanish, and opinions change, BYRON'S Island. MRS. HOLFORD. 32. Trust me, no tortures which the poets feign WORDSWORTH. GIFFORD'S Juvenal. 33. How awful is that hour when conscience stings J. G. PERCIVAL. 136 CONSENT-REFUSAL. 34. This kills his pleasure all the day, J. T. WATSON. 1. CONSENT-REFUSAL. I cannot love him: Yet I suppose him virtuous, know him noble, Do I not in plainest truth SHAKSPEARE. 2. Tell you-I do not, nor I cannot love you? SHAKSPEARE. 3. He might have took his answer long ago. SHAKSPEARE. 4. Repulse upon repulse met ever— Yet gives not o'er, tho' desperate of success. MILTON. 5. If you oblige me suddenly to choose, My choice is made—and I must you refuse. DRYDEN. 6. Take my esteem, if you on that can live; But, frankly, sir, 't is all I have to give. DRYDEN. 7. Love is not in our power, Nay, what seems stranger, is not in our choice; FROWDE. 8. 'Twas whisper'd balm-'t was sunshine spoken! MOORE. 9. I strove not to resist so sweet a flame, But gloried in a happy captive's name; Nor would I now, would love permit, be free! 10. My heart with love is beating, Transported by your eyes; Alas! there's no retreating, LORD LYTTLETON. 11. I've rich ones rejected, and fond ones denied, But, take me, fond shepherd,-I'm thine. 12. Oh, do not talk to me of love, "Tis deepest cruelty to me Why throw a net around the bird MCNEIL. That might be happy, light and free? WESTMACOTT. 13. Now what could artless Jennie do? She had na' will to say him na'; But constant, he were perfect; that one error Fills him with faults; makes him run through all sins. 2. I am constant as the northern star, Of whose true, fix'd, and resting quality SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. 138 CONSTANCY - INCONSTANCY, 3. Go, bid the needle its dear North forsake, To which with trembling reverence it doth bend; Go, bid th' ambitious flames no more ascend; 4. Perhaps this cruel nymph well knows to feign COWLEY. GAY'S Dione. 5. True constancy no time, no power can move, 6. Yes, let the eagle change his plume, The leaf its hue, the flower its bloom, 7. Sooner shall the blue ocean melt to air, Sooner shall earth resolve itself to sea, Than I resign thine image, Oh my fair! Or think of any thing, excepting thee. GAY'S Dione. CAMPBELL. BYRON'S Don Juan. 8. Love bears within itself the very germ Of change; and how should this be otherwise? 9. Then fare thee well-I'd rather make My bower upon some icy lake, BYRON'S Don Juan. MOORE. |