There is no future pang

Can deal that justice on the self-condemn'd

He deals on his own soul.

d

Byron's Manfer, a. 3, s. 1.

Though I know not

That I do wrong, I feel a thousand fears

Which are not ominous of right.

Byron's Heaven and Earth, pt. 1, s. 3.

But his doom

Reserv'd him to more wrath; for now the thought,

Both of lost happiness and lasting pain

Torments him.

Milton's Paradise Lost, b. 1.

Now conscience wakes despair

That slumber'd, wakes the bitter memory

Of what he was, what is, and what must be

Worse; if worse deeds, worse sufferings must ensue.

Ibid, b. 4.

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!

Ibid, b. 10.

See, from behind her secret stand,

The sly informer minutes ev'ry fault,

And her dread diary with horror fills.

Young's Night Thoughts, n. 2.
CONSPIRACY.

Oh! think what anxious moments pass between
The birth of plots, and their last fatal periods;
Oh! 'tis a dreadful interval of time,
Fill'd up with horror, and big with death.

Addison's Cato

Conspiracies no sooner should be formed
Than executed.

Ibid.

CONSPIRACY-CONTENT-CORRUPTION.

Conspiracies

Like thunder clouds, should in a moment form
And strike, like lightning, ere the sound is heard.

CONTENT.

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Dowe's Sethona.

and

greatness,

What tho' we quit all glitt'ring pomp
The busy noisy flattery of courts,
We shall enjoy content : in that alone
Is greatness, power, wealth, honour, all summ'd
Powell's King of Naples.

Life's but a short chase, our game content,
Which most pursued, is most compell'd to fly ;
And he that mounts him on the swiftest hope,
Shall soonest run his courser to a stand;
While the poor peasant from some distant hill,
Undangered and at ease, views all the sport,
And sees content take shelter in his cottage.

up.

Cibber's Richard III.

CORRUPTION.

Justice herself, that sitteth wimpled 'bout
The eyes, doth it not becaue she will take
No gold, but that she would not be seen blushing
When she takes it: the balances she holds
Are not to weigh the right of the cause, but
The weight of the bribe: she will put up her
Naked sword, if thou offer her a golden scabbard.
Lilly's Midas.

Talk not of a grant :

What a king ought not, that he cannot give ;

And what is more than meet from princes' bounty,

Is plunder, not a grant.

Young's Brothers, a. 3.

The impious man, who sells his country's freedom, Makes all the guilt of tyranny his own.

His are her slaughters, her oppressions his;
Just heav'n! reserve your choicest plagues for him,
And blast the venal wretch. Martyn's Timoleon.

'Tis hence you lord it o'er your servile senates;
How low the slaves will stoop to gorge their lusts,
When aptly baited: Ev'n the tongues of patriots,
Those sons of clamour, oft relax the nerve
Within the warmth of favour.

Brooke's Gustavus Vasa.

If, ye powers divine !

Ye mark the movements of this nether world,

And bring them to account, crush, crush those vipers, Who, singled out by a community,

To guard their rights, shall, for a grasp of air,

Or paltry office, sell 'em to the foe.

Miller's Mahomet.

Far as the sun his radiant course extends,
Interest, my friend, with sway despotic rules.
Some fight for interest, some for interest pray,
And were not honesty the road to want,
It would not be that slighted thing it is.

Gentleman's Osman.

He who tempts though in vain, at least asperses
The tempted with dishonour foul, suppos'd

Not incorruptible of faith, not proof

Against temptation. Milton's Paradise Lost, b. 9.

Unless Corruption first deject the pride,
And guardian vigour of the free-born soul,
All crude attempts of Violence are vain ;
For firm within, and while at heart untouch'd,
Ne'er yet by Force was freedom overcome.

Thomson's Liberty.

Thieves at home must hang; but he that puts
Into his overgorged and bloated purse
The wealth of Indian provinces, escapes.

Cowper's Task.

He burns with most intense and flagrant zeal
To serve his country. Ministerial grace
Deals him out money from the public chest,
Or if that mine be shut, some private purse
Supplies his need with an usurious loan,
To be refunded duly, when his vote,
Well-managed, shall have earn'd its worthy price.

Whoso seeks an audit here

Propitious, pays his tribute, game or fish,
Wildfowl or ven'son, and his errand speeds.

Ibid. b. 3.

Ibid. b. 4.

Examine well

His milk white hand, the palm is hardly clean-
But here and there an ugly smutch appears.
Foh! 'twas a bribe that left it.

Corruption.

He has touched

Ibid.

COURAGE.

A valiant man

Ought not to undergo, or tempt a danger,
But worthily, and by selected ways.
He undertakes by reason, not by chance.
His valour is the salt t' his other virtues,
They're all unseason'd without it.

Ben Jonson's New Inn.

Brave spirits are a balsam to themselves,
There is a nobleness of mind, that heals
Wounds beyond salves.

Cartwright's Lady Errant.

Let Fortune empty her whole quiver on me.
I have a soul, that like an ample shield,

Can take in all, and verge enough for more:
Fate was not mine, nor am I Fate's:

Souls know no conquerors. Dryden's Don Sebastian.

The wise and active conquer difficulties,
By daring to attempt them: sloth and folly
Shiver and shrink at sight of toil and hazard,
And make the impossibility they fear.

Rowe's Ambitious Stepmother.

True fortitude is seen in great exploits

That justice warrants, and that wisdom guides ;
All else is tow'ring phrensy and distraction.

Addison's Cato.

To a mind resolv'd and wise,

There is an impotence in misery,

Which makes me smile, when all its shafts are in me.

Young's Revenge, a. 2.

Be not dismay'd-Fear nurses up a danger;

And resolution kills it in the birth.

Phillips's Duke of Gloucester.

Meets all events alike.

Mallet's Mustapha.

True valour, friends, on virtue founded strong,

The human race are sons of sorrow born;

And each must have his portion. Vulgar minds,
Refuse, or crouch beneath their load: the brave

Bear theirs without repining.

Mallet and Thomson's Alfred.

True valour

Lies in the mind, the never yielding purpose,
Nor owns the blind award of giddy fortune.

Thomson's Coriolanus, a. 1, s. 1.