JOMMENTATORS-COMPENSATION.

How commentators each dark passage shun,
And hold their farthing candle to the sun.

719

COMPARISONS.

79

Young: Love of Fame. Satire vii. Line 97

Comparisons are odorous.

Shaks.: Much Ado. Act iii. Sc. 5

720 When the moon shone, we did not see the candle; So doth the greater glory dim the less.

721

Shaks.: Mer. of Venice. Act v. Sc 1

In virtues nothing earthly could surpass her,
Save thine " incomparable oil," Macassar!

722

COMPASSION- - see Pity.

Byron: Don Juan. Canto i. St 17

Press not a falling man too far; 'tis virtue. 723

Shaks.: Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Shaks.: Titus And. Act iv. Sc. 1.

C, heavens! can you hear a good man groan,
And not relent, or not compassion him?
724
Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are,
That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,
How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides,
Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you
From seasons such as these? Oh, I have ta'en
Too little care of this! Take physic, pomp;
Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel;
That thou may'st shake the superflux to them,
And show the heavens more just.

725

COMPENSATION.

Shaks.: King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4.

Under the storm and the cloud to-day,
And to-day the hard peril and pain-
To-morrow the stone shall be rolled away,
For the sunshine shall follow the rain.
Merciful Father, I will not complain,

I know that the sunshine shall follow the rain.
726

Joaquin Miller: For Princess Maud

The fiercest agonies have shortest reign;
And after dreams of horror, comes again

The welcome morning with its rays of peace.

727

William Cullen Bryant: Mutation

There is a day of sunny rest

For every dark and troubled night;
And grief may hide an evening guest,
But joy shall come with early light.

728 William C. Bryant: Blessed are They that Mourn

Oh, deem not they are blest alone

Whose lives a peaceful tenor keep;

The Power who pities man hath shown

A blessing for the eyes that weep.

729

William C. Bryant: Blessed are They that Mourn

Here is the longing, the vision,

The hopes that so swiftly remove;
There is the blessed fruition,

Alice Cary: Here and Thera

The feast, and the fulness of love. 730 One launched a ship, but she was wrecked at sea; He built a bridge, but floods have borne it down; He meant much good, none came strange destiny, His corn lies sunk, his bridge bears none to town, Yet good he had not meant became his crown; For once at work, when even as nature, free From thought of good he was, or of renown, God took the work for good and let good be. 731 They that are sad on earth in Heaven shall sing. 732 Beaumont & Fletcher. Wife for a Month. Act iv. Sc. 5. "Tis toil's reward that sweetens industry,

Jean Ingelow: Compensation.

As love inspires with strength th' enraptur'd thrusn.

733

Ebenezer Elliott: Corn Law Hymns.

And joy with grief;

Divinest compensations come,

Through thorns of judgment mercies bloom
In sweet relief.

737

COMPLEXION.

Whittier: Anniversary Poem. St. 15.

'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on.

738

Shaks.: Tw. Night. Act 1. Sc. 5

COMPLIMENTS- CONFIDENCE.

81

COMPLIMENTS.

The lustre in your eye, heaven in your cheek,
Pleads your fair usage.

739

Shaks.: Troil. and Cress. Act iv. Sc. 4

CONCEALMENT- -see Love.

He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stolen, Let him not know't, and he's not robb'd at all. 740

CONCLUSION.

Shaks.: Othello Act iii. Sc. 3.

O, most lame and impotent conclusion?

741

CONDUCT.

Shaks.: Othello. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Have more than thou showest,
Speak less than thou knowest,
Lend less than thou owest,
Learn more than thou trowest,
Set less than thou throwest.
742

Shaks.: King Lear. Act i. Sc. 4.

The man who consecrates his hours

By vig'rous effort and an honest aim,

At once he draws the sting of life and death; He walks with nature, and her paths are peace. 743

Young: Night Thoughts. Night ii. Line 187

To whom do lions cast their gentle looks?
Not to the beast that would usurp their den.
Whose hand is that the forest bear doth lick?
Not his that spoils her young before her face.
Who 'scapes the lurking serpent's mortal sting?
Not he that sets his foot upon her back.
The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on;
And doves will peck, in safeguard of their brood.

744

CONFESSION.

Shaks.: 3 Henry VI. Act ii. Sc. 2

Come, now again thy woes impart,
Tell all thy sorrows, all thy sin;
We cannot heal the throbbing heart,
Till we discern the wounds within.
745

CONFIDENCE.

Crabbe: Hall of Justice. Pt.

I will believe

Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know;

And so far will I trust thee.

746

Shaks.: 1 Henry IV. Actii. Sc. 3

82

CONFIDENCE- · CONSCIENCE.

Confidence is conqueror of men; victorious both over them and in them;

The iron will of one stout heart shall make a thousand quail :

A feeble dwarf, dauntlessly resolved, will turn the tide of battle,

And rally to a nobler strife the giants that had fled:

The tenderest child, unconscious of a fear, will shame the man to danger,

And when he dared it, danger died, and faith had vanquished fear.

747

CONSCIENCE.

Tupper: Proverbial Phil. Of Faith.

Leave her to heaven,

And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,
To prick and sting her.

748

Shaks.: Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5.

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution

Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought;
And enterprises of great pith and moment,
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.

Shaks.: Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1.

749 Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; The thief doth fear each bush an officer. 750 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. 751

Shaks.: 3 Henry VI. Act v. Sc. 6

Shaks.: 2 Henry VI. Act iii. Sc. 2.
I feel within me

A peace above all earthly dignities,
A still and quiet conscience.

752

Shaks.: Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Unnatural deeds

Do breed unnatural troubles: Infected minds
To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets.
753
The color of the king doth come and go,
Between his purpose and his conscience,
Like heralds 'twixt two dreadful battles set:
His passion is so ripe, it needs must break.
754
Conscience is harder than our enemies,
Knows more, accuses with more nicety.

Shaks.: Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 1.

755

Shaks.: King John. Act iv. Sc. 2

George Eliot: Spanish Gypsy Bk. i

CONSCIENCE.

He that has light within his own clear breast,
May sit i' the centre, and enjoy bright day;
But he that hides a dark soul, and foul thoughts,
Benighted walks under the mid-day sun;
Himself is his own dungeon.

756

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Milton: Comus. Line 381.

O conscience, into what abyss of fears

And horrors hast thou driven me; out of which
I find no way, from deep to deeper plung'd!
757
Why should not conscience have vacation,
As well as other courts o' th' nation?
Have equal power to adjourn,
Appoint appearance, and return?

Milton: Par. Lost. Bk. x. Line 842

758

Butler: Hudibras. Pt. ii. Canto ii. Line 317.

One self-approving hour whole years outweighs
Of stupid starers, and of loud huzzas.

759
Some scruple rose, but thus he eas'd his thought,
I'll now give sixpence where I gave a groat;
Where once I went to church, I'll now go twice,
And am so clear too of all other vice.

Pope: Essay on Man. Epis. iv. Line 255.

760 But, at sixteen, the conscience rarely gnaws So much, as when we call our old debts in At sixty years, and draw the accounts of evil, And find a deuced balance with the devil. 761

Pope: Moral Essays. Epis. iii. Line 265.

Byron: Don Juan. Canto i. St. 167

A quiet conscience makes one so serene!
Christians have burnt each other, quite persuaded
That all the apostles would have done as they did.
762

Byron: Don Juan. Canto i. St. 83

Though thy slumber may be deep,
Yet thy spirit shall not sleep;

There are shades that will not vanish,

There are thoughts thou canst not banish. 763

Byron: Manfred. Act i. Sc. 1

There is no future pang

Byron: Manfred. Act iii. Sc. 1

Can deal that justice on the self-condemn'd
He deals on his own soul.

764

Yet still there whispers the small voice within,

Heard through gain's silence, and o'er glory's din:
Whatever creed be taught or land be trod,

Man's conscience is the oracle of God!

765

Byron: Island. Canto i. St. 6