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| Conscience | 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. |
| Conscience | 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! |
| Conscience | 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. |
| Conscience | Let his tormentor conscience find him out. |
| Contemplation | But first and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The Cherub Contemplation. |
| Contemplation | In discourse more sweet, Others apart sat on a hill retir'd, In thoughts more elevate, and reasoned high Of Providence, Foreknowledge, Will and Fate, Fixed fate, free will, foreknowledge absolute; And found no end, in wand'ring mazes lost. |
| Conversation | With thee conversing I forget all time: All seasons and their change, all please alike. |
| Cookery | Of herbs, and other country messes, Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses. |
| Cowslips | Thus I set my printless feet O'er the cowslip's velvet head, That bends not as I tread. |
| Dancing | Come, knit hands, and beat the ground In a light fantastic round. |
| Dancing | Come and trip it as ye go, On the light fantastic toe. |
| Dancing | Dancing in the chequer'd shade. |
| Dancing | Those who danced were thought to be quite insane by those who could not hear the music. |
| Darkness | Yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible. |
| Deceit | He seemed For dignity compos'd and high exploit, But all was false and hollow. |
| Despair | Thus repuls'd, our final hope Is flat despair. |
| Despair | Stood up, the strongest and the fiercest spirit That fought in heaven, now fiercer by despair. |
| Devil | Swings the scaly horror of his folded tail. |
| Devil | The infernal serpent, he it was whose guile, Stirr'd up with envy and revenge, deceived The mother of mankind. |
| Devil | His form had yet not lost All his original brightness, not appear'd Less than arch-angel ruined, and th' excess Of glory obscured. |
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