=Compensation.=

Under the storm and the cloud to-day,
And to-day the hard peril and pain—­
To-morrow the stone shall be rolled away,
For the sunshine shall follow the rain. 
Merciful Father, I will not complain,
I know that the sunshine shall follow the rain.
371
JOAQUIN MILLER:  For Princess Maud.

=Complexion.=

Mislike me not for my complexion,
The shadow’d livery of the burnish’d sun.
372
SHAKS.:  M. of Venice, Act ii., Sc. 1.

=Compulsion.=

Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie. 373 MILTON:  Arcades, Line 68.

=Concealment.=

She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i’ the bud,
Feed on her damask cheek.
374
SHAKS.:  Tw.  Night, Act ii., Sc. 3.

=Conceit.=

Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works. 375 SHAKS.:  Hamlet, Act iii., Sc. 4.

=Conclusion.=

But this denoted a foregone conclusion. 376 SHAKS.:  Othello, Act iii., Sc. 3.

=Concord.=

Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell,
Uproar the universal peace, confound
All unity on earth.
377
SHAKS.:  Macbeth, Act iv., Sc. 3.

=Condemnation.=

To each his suff’rings; all are men,
  Condemn’d alike to groan,—­
The tender for another’s pain,
  Th’ unfeeling for his own.
378
GRAY:  On a Distant Prospect of Eton College.

=Confession.=

Come, now again thy woes impart,
Tell all thy sorrows, all thy sin;
We cannot heal the throbbing heart,
Till we discern the wounds within.
379
CRABBE:  Hall of Justice, Pt. ii.

=Confidence.=

I will believe
Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know;
And so far will I trust thee.
380
SHAKS.:  1 Henry IV., Act ii., Sc. 3.

=Conflict.=

Arms on armor clashing bray’d
Horrible discord, and the madding wheels
Of brazen chariots rag’d; dire was the noise
Of conflict.
381
MILTON:  Par.  Lost, Bk. vi., Line 209.

=Confusion.=

Ruin seize thee, ruthless king! 
  Confusion on thy banners wait!
382
GRAY:  The Bard, Pt. i., St. 1.

With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout,
Confusion worse confounded.
383
MILTON:  Par.  Lost, Bk. ii., Line 995.

=Congregation.=

Wherever God erects a house of prayer,
The Devil always builds a chapel there;
And ’t will be found, upon examination,
The latter has the largest congregation.
384
DEFOE:  True-Born Englishman, Pt. i., Line 1.

=Conquest.=

Though fann’d by Conquest’s crimson wing,
  They mock the air with idle slate.
385
GRAY:  The Bard, Pt. i., St. 1.

=Conscience.=

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 torn awry,
And lose the name of action.
386
SHAKS.:  Hamlet, Act iii., Sc. 1.