I'll bind that Sore up, I did ill reveal;

The Wound, if once it clofe, may chance to heal. Cowl. A murd'rous Guilt fhews not it felf more foon,

Than Love that would feem hid. Shak. Twelfth Night.

CONCEIT.

Some to Conceit alone their Taste confine,
And glitt'ring Thoughts, ftruck out at ev'ry Line;
Pleas'd with a Work, where Nothing's juft or fit;
One glaring Chaos, and wild Heap of Wir.
Poets, like Painters, thus, unskill'd to trace
The naked Nature, and the living Grace,
With Gold and Jewels cover ev'ry Part,
And hide with Ornaments their Want of Art, Pope.

CONCLUSION.

But, overlabour'd with fo long a Course,

Tis Time to fet at Eafe the fmoaking Horfe. Dryd. Virg, 'Tis Time my hard-mouth'd Courfers to controul,

Apt to run Rior, and tranfgrefs the Goal,

Now dam the Ditches, and the Floods restrain : Their Moisture has already drench'd the Plain. Dryd. Virg

CONFESSIONAL.

And here I might, if I but durft, reveal,
What Pranks are play'd in the Confeffional:
How haunted Virgins have been difpoffefs'd,
And Dev'ls themselves caft out to let in Prieft:
What Fathers act with Novices alone,

And what to Punks in thriving Seats is done,
Who thither flock to Ghoftly Confeffour,

To clear old Debts, and tick with Heav'n for more. Oldh.

CONQUEROR and CONQUEST.

From Force the nobleft Title springs :
I hold by Force, which firft made Kings.
For Conqueft is the firft and nobleft

I claim

(Gran. p. 1. Dryd. Conq. of Title.

Hig. Gen. Cong.

By Right of Conqueft; for, when Kings make War, No Law betwixt two Sov'raigns can decide,

But that of Arms; where Fortune is the Judge, (Triump. Soldiers the Lawyers, and the Bar the Field.

Dryd. Love

Such

Such were thefe Giants, Men of high Renown::
For in thofe Days Might only fhall be admir'd,
And Valour, and heroick Virtue call'd:
To overcome in Battel, and fubdue
Nations; and bring home Spoils with infinite
Manflaughter, fhall be held the highest Pitch
Of human Glory, and for Glory done

Of Triumph, to be ftyl❜d great Conquerours,
Patrons of Mankind, Gods, and Sons of Gods;
Deftroyers rightlier call'd, and Plagues of Men.
Thus Fame fhall be atchiev'd, Renown on Earth,
And what most merits Fame in Silence hid. Milt. Par. Loft.
They err, who count it glorious to fubdue

Large Countreys, and in Field great Barrels win,
Great Cities by Affault: What do these Worthies,
But rob, and fpoil, burn, flaughter, and enslave,
Peaceable Nations, neighb'ring or remote,
Made captive, yet deserving Freedom more
Than thofe their Conqu'rours, who leave behind
Nothing but Ruin wherefoe'er they rove,

And all the flourishing Works of Peace deftroy:a
Then fwell with Pride, and must be titled Gods,...
Great Benefactors of Mankind, Deliv'rers,
Worship'd with Temples, Priefts and Sacrifice;

(Reg.

Till Conqu'rour Death difcovers them scarce Men. Milt. Par. Death makes no Conquest of a Conquerour

For now he lives in Fame, tho' not in Life.

Who conquers, wins, by brutal Strength, the Prize; But 'tis a glorious Work to civilize. Tickell

The Vanquish'd muft receive the Victor's Laws. Dr. I. Em. Victors thro' Number never gain'd Applaufe. D'Aven. They know to conquer beft, who know to die. Dr. In. Em. The Gods are ever of the conqu'ring Side. Dr. Ind. Emp O what Joys does Conqueft yield!

When returning from the Field;

O how glorious 'tis to fee

The God-like Hero crown'd with Victory!
Laurel Wreaths his Head furrounding,
Banners waving in the Wind,
Fame her golden Trumpet founding,

(Broth.

South. Loy.

Ev'ry Voice in Chorus join'd. Cong, Then crimfon Conqueft clafp'd me in her Arms And laurel'd Triumphs walcom'd my Return. For Conqueft flushes the victorious Troops, Spirits their Battel, and infpires their Arms. Ozell. Hom. Along Security makes Conquest easy. Dryd, all for Love.

Con

Conqueft is not giv'n by Chance ;

But, bound by fatal and refiftless Merit,
Waits on his Arms.

Rowe Tamerl.
It is too much you dress me.
Like an Ufurper in the borrow'd Attributes
Of injur'd Heav'n. Can we call Conqueft ours?
Shall Man, this Pigmy, with a Giant's Pride,
Vaunt of himself and fay, Thus have I done this?
O vain Pretence to Greatnefs! Like the Moon,
We borrow all the Brightness, which we boaft,
Dark in our felves and ufelefs: If that Hand,
That rules the Fate of Battels, ftrike for us,
Crown us with Fame, and gild our Clay with Honour,
Twere most ungrateful to difown the Benefit,
And arrogate a Pride, which is not ours.

Rowe Tamerl.

CONSCIENCE.

He, that commits a Sin, fhall quickly find
The preffing Guilt lie heavy on his Mind:
Tho' Bribes or Favour fhall affert his Caufe,
Pronounce him guiltlefs, and elude the Laws;

None quits himfelf, his own impartial Thought

(Juv.

Will damn, and Confcience will record the Fault. Creech,

Then why muft those be thought to 'fcape, that feel

Thofe Rods of Scorpions, and thofe Whips of Steel,
Which Confcience flakes, when the with Rage controuls,
And fpreads amazing Terrours thro', their Souls? Creech Juv.
Not fharp Revenge, nor Hell it felf can find

A fiercer Torment than a guilty Mind,

Which Day and Night does dreadfully accufe,

(Juv.

Condemns the Wretch, and ftill the Charge renews. Creech Perpetual Anguish fills his anxious Breaft,

Not ftopt by Bulinefs, nor compos'd by Reft:

No Mufick chears him, and no Feafts can please ;
He fits like difcontented Damocles,

When by the fportive Tyrant wifely shown

The dang'rous Pleafures of a flatter'd Throne. Creech Juv.
Sleep Hies the Wretch; or, when with Cares oppreft,
And his toft Limbs are weary'd into Reft,
Then Dreams invade, the injur'd Gods appear,
All arm'd with Thunder, and awake his Fear:
The Wretch will start at ev'ry Flafh that flies,
Grow pale at the firft Murmur of the Skies,
Ere Clouds are form'd, and Thunder roars, afraid.
Confcience, whose Court of Justice is within.

(Juv. Creech. Blac. Job.

The

The plain Judge, Conscience, makes no Show,
But filently to her dark Seffions comes:
Tho' fhe on Hills fets not her Gibbets high,

Where frightful Law fets hers; nor bloody feems,
Like War in Colours fpread: yet fecretly

She does her Work, and many a Man condemns:
Choaks in the Seed, what Law, till ripe, ne'er fees;
What Law would punish, Confcience can prevent,
And fo the World from many Mischiefs frees; (Gond.
Known by her Cures, as Law by Punishment. D'Aven
O Pow'r of Guilt! How Confcience can upbraid!
It forces her not only to reveal,
(Gran. p.z.
But to repeat, what the wou'd moft conceal. Dryd. Conq. of
O Power of Confcience, ev'n in wicked Men !
It works, it ftings, it will not let him utter

One Syllable, one, not to clear himself
From the most bafe, detefted, horrid Act,

That e'er cou'd ftain a Villain. Dryd. Oedip.

How fhall I 'fcape the Stings of my own Confcience ;
Which will for ever rack me with Remembrance,
Haunt me by Day, and torture me by Night,
Cafting my blotted Honour in the Way,

(L. J. Brut. Where-e'er my melancholy Thoughts fhall guide me? Lee Oh! what's this that rends my Heart;

That rides my Days, and clouds my Nights with Horrour?
Is it not Confcience, which fometimes appears
Like a She-Wolf, and drags me on the Floor?
Then in a Lion's Form it comes,

(of Par.

And grins, and roars, juft gaping to devour me. Lee Maff.

Were all well here, what Force, what Roman Arms,

What Gen'ral, marching at the Head of Millions,
Could daunt the bold, the forward Mithridates?
But here, Pharnaces, in my guilty Bofom,
The fatal En'my undermines me quite:

Black Legions are my Thoughts: not Pompey, but
Ziphares, comes with all his Wrongs; and arms,
Like the Lieutenant of the Gods, against me:
Semandra too, like bleeding Victory,

Lee Mithr

Stands on his Side, and cries out, Kill, kill, kill
That curfed Parricide, that Ravisher:
Oh! Heav'n fuftain me, or I fhall grow mad.
I'll tell thee, Boy, Remorfe and upftart Fear
Opprefs me, ev'n in Spight of all my Knowledge:
Tho' none of thofe, that boaft Philofophy,
Have made a deeper Search in Nature's Womb

Than I (the Midnight Moon has feen my Watchings)
I tell thee, none can name her infinite Seeds

Like me; nor better know her Sparks of Light,
Thofe Gems that thine in the blue Ring of Heav'n:
None knows more Reafons for, or 'gainst yon' first
Bight Caufe; can talk of Accidents above me:
Yet there's a Thorn, call'd Confcience, makes its Way,
Thro' all the Fence of Pleafure, fortify'd

With Reasons, that this Ill feems Good to me,
And ftings thy guilty Father to the Soul. Lee Mithr.
For Confcience is the Mirrour of our Souls,
Which reprefents the Errours of our Lives
In their full Shape..

O Confcience, into what Abyss of Fears

And Horrours haft thou driv'n me; out of which

I find no Way, from deep to deeper plung'd! Milt. Par. Loff. Sunk were their Hearts with Horrour of the Crime:

The Fright was gen'ral, but the female Band,

A helpless Train, in more Confusion stand:

With Horrour fhudd'ring, on a Heap they run;
Sick at the Sight of hateful Juftice done:

(own.

For Confcience rung th'Alarm, and made the Cafe their. Dryd. Bocc. Theod. & Hon. For Confcience is but Int'reft ill difguis'd Dryd. Immortal Powr's the Term of Confcience know;

But Int'reft is her Name with Men below. Dr. Hind. & Pant." She is a Bawd to Gain, and holds the Door.

Dryd. Hind. & Pant.

Confcience, that giddy, airy Dream,
(Iteam!
Which does from brain-fick Heads, or ill-digefting Stomachs
Confcience, the vain fantastick Fear

Of Punishments, we know not when, nor where !
Project of crafty Statefmen to fupport weak Law;
By which they flavish Spirits awe;

And daftard Soulsito forc'd Obedience draw! Oidh.
Confcience, a cheap Pretence to cozen Fools!

}

Behn. Abdel. A bugbear Name to startle them. Otw. Alcib. I'll to the Wars; and as the Corybantines, With clafhing Shields, and braying Trumpers, drown'd The Cries of Infant Jove, I'll stifle Conscience, (& Hip. And Nature's Murmurs in the Din of Arms. Smith. Phæd.

CONSTANCY

True Knights of Love, who never broke their Vow: Firm to their plighted Faith; and ever free

From Fears and fickle Chance, and Jealousie.

Dryd. Chauc. The Flower and the Leaf