The sad souls of those who lived without blame and without praise. >>
The customs and fashions of men change like leaves on the bough, some >>
This miserable state is borne by the wretched souls of those who lived >>
While conscience is our friend, all is at peace; however once it is of >>
Religions are the great fairy tales of conscience. >>
Conscience does make cowards of us all. >>
O conscience, upright and stainless, how bitter a sting to thee is a little fault!