SHAKESPEARE, Richard III.
My conscience is but a kind of hard conscience . . . The fiend
gives the more friendly counsel.
Merchant of Venice.
Thou hast it now - and I fear
Thou play’dst most foully for it.
Macbeth.
Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased,
Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow,
Rase out the written troubles of the brain,