Book IV, 106: On CONSCIO

Art thou revil'd, and slandred? and yet whine?
I feare th'art guilty: Is that heart of thine
So faint (if guiltles) that it cannot stoope
Beneath so poore a Burthen, and not droope?
He that has fire at home may well refraine
To blow his singers, Conscio, or complaine
The weather's cold abroad: Make sure within,
And let them censure, let them snarle agin:
Thou mayst appeare, but not be this, the worse;
If Conscience blesse thee, Doe, let Shemei curse.