Conscience of guilt, is prophecy of pain,
And bosom-council to decline the blow.
Reason with inclination ne’er had jarr’d, 630
If nothing future paid forbearance here:
Thus on—these, and a thousand pleas uncall’d,
All promise, some insure, a second scene;
Which, were it doubtful, would be dearer far
Than all things else most certain; were it false,
What truth on earth so precious as the lie?
This world it gives us, let what will ensue;