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.

Conscience is thoroughly well-bred and soon leaves off talking to those who do not wish to hear it.

Conscience is thoroughly well-bred and soon leaves off talking to those who do not wish to hear it.

A heart needs only its own voice to do what is right.

A heart needs only its own voice to do what is right.

Conscience is the inner voice that warns us somebody may be looking.

Conscience is the inner voice that warns us somebody may be looking.

Conscience is the voice of the soul; the passions of the body.

Conscience is the voice of the soul; the passions of the body.

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

Conscience is the inner voice which warns us that someone may be looking.

Conscience is the inner voice which warns us that someone may be looking.

Conscience is a mother-in-law whose visit never ends.

Conscience is a mother-in-law whose visit never ends.

Whom conscience, ne'er asleep,
Wounds with incessant strokes, not loud, but deep.

Whom conscience, ne'er asleep,
Wounds with incessant strokes, not loud, but deep.