CONCEIT.

’Tis with our judgments as our watches, none
Go just alike, yet each believes his own.
Essay on Criticism, Pt.  I.  A. POPE.

  To observations which ourselves we make,
  We grow more partial for the observer’s sake.
Moral Essays, Epistle I.  A. POPE.

  In men this blunder still you find,
  All think their little set mankind.
Florio, Pt.  I.  HANNAH MORE.

Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works. Hamlet, Act iii. Sc. 1.  SHAKESPEARE.

CONSCIENCE.

  Whatever creed be taught or land be trod,
  Man’s conscience is the oracle of God.
The Island, Canto I.  LORD BYRON.

  Oh, Conscience!  Conscience! man’s most faithful friend,
  Him canst thou comfort, ease, relieve, defend;
  But if he will thy friendly checks forego,
  Thou art, oh! woe for me, his deadliest foe!
Struggles of Conscience.  G. CRABBE.

  Conscience is harder than our enemies,
  Knows more, accuses with more nicety.
Spanish Gypsy.  GEORGE ELIOT.

  Of a’ the ills that flesh can fear,
  The loss o’ frien’s, the lack o’ gear,
  A yowlin’ tyke, a glandered mear,
    A lassie’s nonsense—­
  There’s just ae thing I cannae bear,
    An’ that’s my conscience.
My Conscience.  R.L.  STEVENSON.

  My conscience hath a thousand several tongues,
  And every tongue brings in a several tale,
  And every tale condemns me for a villain.
K.  Richard III., Act v.  Sc. 3.  SHAKESPEARE.

Why should not Conscience have vacation
As well as other courts o’ th’ nation? 
Have equal power to adjourn,
Appoint appearance and return?
Hudibras, Pt.  II.  Canto II.  S. BUTLER.

Soft, I did but dream. 
O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!
K.  Richard III., Act v.  Sc. 3.  SHAKESPEARE.

Let his tormentor conscience find him out. Paradise Regained, Bk.  IV.  MILTON.

Speak no more: 
Thou turn’st mine eyes into my very soul;
And there I see such black and grained spots
As will not leave their tinct.
Hamlet, Act iii.  Sc. 4.  SHAKESPEARE.

Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind: 
The thief doth fear each bush an officer.
K.  Richard II., Act v.  Sc. 6.  SHAKESPEARE.

Leave her to Heaven,
And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,
To prick and sting her.
Hamlet, Act i.  Sc. 5.  SHAKESPEARE.

Consideration, like an angel, came
And whipped the offending Adam out of him.
K.  Henry V., Act i.  Sc. 1.  SHAKESPEARE.

True, conscious Honor is to feel no sin,
He’s armed without that’s innocent within;
Be this thy screen, and this thy wall of Brass.
First Book of Horace, Epistle I.  A. POPE.