=Conscience.=

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 torn awry,
And lose the name of action.
386
SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 1.

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!
387
MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. x., Line 842.

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.
388
BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto i., St. 167.


=Consideration.=

Consideration like an angel came,
And whipp'd the offending Adam out of him.