Conspiracies no sooner should be formed
	Than executed.

Addison.    

For all things are less dreadful than they seem.

Wordsworth.    

	Conspiracies
	Like thunder-clouds, should in a moment form
	And strike, like lightning, ere the sound is heard.

Dowe.    

	Oh think what anxious moments pass between
	The birth of plots, and their last fatal periods;
	Dh! ’tis a dreadful interval of time,
	Fill’d up with horror, and big with death.

Addison.    

	Between the acting of a dreadful thing,
	And the first motion, all the interim is
	Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream;
	The genius and the mortal instruments
	Are then in council; and the state of man,
	Like to a little kingdom, suffers then
	The nature of an insurrection.

Shakespeare.    

	O conspiracy!
	Shams’t thou to show thy dangerous brow by night,
	When evils are most free? O, then by day,
	Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough
	To mask thy monstrous visage? Seek none, conspiracy,
	Hide it in smiles and affability:
	For if thou put thy native semblance on,
	Not Erebus itself were dim enough
	To hide thee from prevention.

Shakespeare.