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.

Now conscience wakes despair
That slumber'd, wakes the bitter memory
Of what he was, what is, and read more

Now conscience wakes despair
That slumber'd, wakes the bitter memory
Of what he was, what is, and what must be
Worse; of worse deeds worse sufferings must ensue!

The only tyrant I accept in this world is the still voice within.

The only tyrant I accept in this world is the still voice within.

Never do anything against conscience, even if the state demands it

Never do anything against conscience, even if the state demands it

Religions are the great fairy tales of conscience.

Religions are the great fairy tales of conscience.

The person that loses their conscience has nothing left worth keeping.

The person that loses their conscience has nothing left worth keeping.

But at sixteen the conscience rarely gnaws
So much, as when we call our old debts in
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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.

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.

They have cheveril consciences that will stretch.

They have cheveril consciences that will stretch.