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o Confess thee freely of thy sin; congo River) 'or to deny each article with oath Then I saw the Congo, creeping through the
Cannot remove nor choke the strong conception
black, Cutting through the jungle with a golden track. Nicholas WACHEL LINDSAY-The Congo.
CONQUEST (See also VICTORY)
14 Great .. thro' greatest hazards are achiev'd, And then they shine. BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER—Loyal Subject. Act I. Sc. 5.
He who or subdues mankind,
Must look |. on the hate of those below. BYRON-Childe Harold. Canto III. St. 45.
16 Jus belli, ut qui vicissent, iis quos vicissent, quemadmodum vellent, imperarent. It is the right of war for conquerors to treat those whom they have conquered according to their pleasure. CAESAR–Bellum Gallicum. I. 36. 17 In hoc signo vinces. Conquer by this sign. CoNSTANTINE THE GREAT, after his defeat of Maxentius, at Saxe Rubra, Oct. 27, 312. 18 A vaincre sans péril on triomphe sans gloire. We triumph without glory when we conquer without danger. CoRNEILLE-Le Cid. II. 2.
Like Douglas conquer, or like Dou die. John HoME—Douglas. Act. W. Sc. 1. L. 100. 20
Sai, che piegar si vede
21 Cede repugnanti; cedendo victor abibis. Yield to him who opposes you; by yielding you conquer. OvID—Ars Amatoria. II. 197.
22 Male vincetis, sed vincite. You will hardly conquer, but conquer you must. OvID—Metamorphoses. DK. 509. 23
Victor victorum cluet.
25 Shall they hoist me up, And show me to the shouting varletry Of censuring Rome? Rather a ditch in Egypt Begentle grave unto me, rather on Nilus' mud Lay me stark naked, and let the water-flies Blow me into abhorring!
Antony and Cleopatra. Act W. Sc. 2. L. 55.
1 Brave conquerors! for so you are That war against your own affections, And the huge army of the world's desires. Love's Labour's Lost. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 8.
2 I sing the hymn of the conquered, who fell in the battle of life, The hymn of the wounded, the beaten who died overwhelmed in the strife; Not the jubilant song of the victors for whom the resounding acclaim Of nations was lifted in chorus whose brows wore the chaplet of fame, But the hymn of the low and the humble, the weary, the broken in heart, Who strove and who failed, acting bravely a silent and desperate part. W. W. STORY-Io Victis. (See also ScARBorough under FAILURE) 3 Bis vincit qui se vincit in victoria. He conquers twice who conquers himself in victory. SYRUs—Marims.
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 plunged. MILTON.—Paradise Lost. Bk. X. L. 842.
2 Let histormentor conscience find him out. MILTON.—Paradise Regained. Bk. IV. L. 130.
3. Whom conscience, ne'er asleep, wo with incessant strokes, not loud, but eep. MoNTAIGNE–Essays. Bk. II. Ch. V. Of Conscience. 4
Conscia mens ut cuique sua est, ita concipit intra Pectora pro facto spemaue metumque suo. According to the state of a man's conscience, so do hope and fear on account of his deeds arise in his mind. OvID—Fasti. I. 485.
5 One self-approving hour whole years outweighs Of stupid starers and of loud huzzas. Pope—Essay on Man. Ep. IV. L. 255. 6
True, conscious Honour is to feel no sin,
He's arm'd without that's innocent within;
Be this thy screen, and this thy wall of Brass. Pope—First Book of Horace. Ep. I. L. 93.
7 Some scruple rose, but thus he eas'd his thought, “I’ll now give sixpence where I gave a groat; Where once I went to church, #. go twice— And am so clear too of all other vice.” Pope—Moral Essays. Ep. III. L. 365. 8 Let Joy or Ease, let Affluence or Content, And the gay Conscience of a life well spent, Calm ev’ry thought, inspirit ev'ry grace, Glow in thy heart, and smile upon thy face. Pope—To Mrs. M. B., on her Birthday.
o What Conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do; This teach me more than Hell to shun, That more than Heav'n pursue. Pope—Universal Prayer. 10 Sic vive cum hominibus, tanquem deus videat; sic loguere cum deo, tanquam homines audiant. Live with men as if God saw you; converse with God as if men heard you. SENECA–Epistolae Ad Lucilium. X. 11 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 turn awry, And lose the name of action. Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 83. (“Away,” not “awry” in folio) 12 They are our outward consciences. Henry V. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 8. 13 Now, if you can blush and cry, “guilty,” car
Inai, You'll show a little honesty. Henry VIII. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 306.