=Confession.=

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.
379
CRABBE: _Hall of Justice,_ Pt. ii.


=Confidence.=

I will believe
Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know;
And so far will I trust thee.
380
SHAKS.: _1 Henry IV.,_ Act ii., Sc. 3.


=Conflict.=

Arms on armor clashing bray'd
Horrible discord, and the madding wheels
Of brazen chariots rag'd; dire was the noise
Of conflict.
381
MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. vi., Line 209.