#Pertaining to compunctions, scruples, feelings of guilt.
#:1606 Come, you spirits
#:That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here;
#:And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full
#:Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood,
#:Stop up the access and passage to remorse,
#:That no compunctious visitings of nature
#:Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
#:The effect and it!
#::â Shakespeare, Macbeth, s:The_Tragedy_of_Macbeth#SCENE_V._Inverness._Macbeth.27s_castle.|Act 1, Scene 5.
#:1796 Nothing can be conceived more hard than the heart of a thoroughbred metaphysician. It comes nearer to the cold malignity of a wicked spirit than to the frailty and passion of a man. It is like that of the principle of evil himself, incorporeal, pure, unmixed, dephlegmated, defecated evil. It is no easy operation to eradicate humanity from the human breast. What Shakspeare calls âthe compunctious visitings of natureâ will sometimes knock at their hearts, and protest against their murderous speculations. But they have a means of compounding with their nature. Their humanity is not dissolved. They only give it a long prorogation.
#::â Edmund Burke, s:A Letter to a Noble Lord|A Letter to a Noble Lord.