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No ear can hear nor tongue can tell the tortures of the inward hell!
No ear can hear nor tongue can tell the tortures of the inward hell!
Clear conscience never fears midnight knocking.
Clear conscience never fears midnight knocking.
According to the state of a man's conscience, so do hope and fear
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According to the state of a man's conscience, so do hope and fear
on account of his deeds arise in his mind.
[Lat., Conscia mens ut cuique sua est, ita concipit intra
Pectora pro facto spemque metumque suo.]
Conscience is the mirror of our souls, which represents the errors of our lives in their full shape.
Conscience is the mirror of our souls, which represents the errors of our lives in their full shape.
O Conscience, into what abyss of fears
And horrors hast thou driven me, out of which
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O Conscience, into what abyss of fears
And horrors hast thou driven me, out of which
I find no way, from deep to deeper plunged.
A clear conscience is a soft pillow.
A clear conscience is a soft pillow.
The Past lives o'er again,
In its effects, and to the guilty spirit
The ever-frowning Present is read more
The Past lives o'er again,
In its effects, and to the guilty spirit
The ever-frowning Present is its image.
There is no future pang
Can deal that justice on the self condemn'd
He deals on his read more
There is no future pang
Can deal that justice on the self condemn'd
He deals on his own soul.
He that has light within his own clear breast
May sit i' the centre, and enjoy bright day:
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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 his own dungeon.
