=Compass.=

Though pleased to see the dolphins play, I mind my compass and my way.

369 MATTHEW GREEN: _Spleen,_ Line 93.

=Compassion.=

O, heavens! can you hear a good man groan, And not relent, or not compassion him?

370 SHAKS.: _Titus And.,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.

=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.