conscience (n.)
- anima
- censor
- compunction
- conscientiousness
- demur
- ego
- ethics
- fairness
- grace
- honor
- id
- judgement
- libido
- mind
- morality
- morals
- persona
- personality
- principles
- psyche
- scruple
- scruples
- self
- standards
- subconscious
- superego
- unconscious
Perish that thought! No, never be it said
That Fate itself could awe the soul of Richard.
Hence, babbling dreams! you threaten here in vain!
Conscience, avaunt! Richard's himself again!
Hark! the shrill trumpet sounds to horse! away!
My soul's in arms, and eager for the fray.
In vain we call old notions fudge,
And bend our conscience to our dealing;
The Ten Commandments will not budge,
And stealing will continue stealing.
O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!
To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 't is nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep:
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to,—'t is a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub:
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
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.
A guilty conscience never feels secure.
My conscience hath a thousand several tongues,
And every tongue brings in a several tale,
And every tale condemns me for a villain.
Why should not conscience have vacation
As well as other courts o' th' nation?
A clere conscience is a sure carde.
What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted!
Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just,
And he but naked, though locked up in steel,
Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.
The laws of conscience, which we pretend to be derived from nature, proceed from custom.
Her virtue and the conscience of her worth,
That would be woo'd, and not unsought be won.
The play's the thing
Wherein I 'll catch the conscience of the king.
A peace above all earthly dignities,
A still and quiet conscience.
Labour to keep alive in your breast that little spark of celestial fire,—conscience.
Old friends are best. King James used to call for his old shoes; they were easiest for his feet.
Trust that man in nothing who has not a conscience in everything.
Now conscience wakes despair
That slumber'd,—wakes the bitter memory
Of what he was, what is, and what must be
Worse.
Conscience has no more to do with gallantry than it has with politics.