C.

Cadence.

Wit will shine

Through the harsh cadence of a rugged line.

252

DRYDEN:

To the Memory of Mr. Oldham,

Line 15.

Cæsar.

Imperious Cæsar, dead and turn'd to clay,

Might stop a hole to keep the wind away.

253

SHAKS.:

Hamlet,

Act v., Sc. 1.

But yesterday the word of Cæsar might

Have stood against the world; now lies he there,

And none so poor to do him reverence.

254

SHAKS.:

Jul. Cæsar,

Act iii., Sc. 2.

Calamity.

Affliction is enamour'd of thy parts,

And thou art wedded to calamity.

255

SHAKS.:

Rom. and Jul.,

Act iii., Sc. 3.

Calmness.

And through the heat of conflict keeps the law

In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw.

256

WORDSWORTH:

Character of the Happy Warrior.

Calumny.

Calumny will sear

Virtue itself: these shrugs, these hums, and ha's.

257

SHAKS.:

Wint. Tale,

Act ii., Sc. 1.

Camping.

The bed was made, the room was fit,

By punctual eve the stars were lit;

The air was still, the water ran,

No need was there for maid or man,

When we put up, my ass and I,

At God's green caravanserai.

258

ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON:

A Camp.

Candle.

How far that little candle throws his beams!

So shines a good deed in a naughty world.

259

SHAKS.:

M. of Venice,

Act v., Sc. 1.

Candor.

Some positive, persisting fops we know,

Who, if once wrong, will needs be always so;

But you with pleasure own your errors past,

And make each day a critique on the last.

260

POPE:

E. on Criticism,

Pt. iii., Line 9.

Cannons.

The cannons have their bowels full of wrath;

And ready mounted are they, to spit forth

Their iron indignation.

261

SHAKS.:

King John,

Act ii., Sc. 1.

Canopy.

Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise;

My footstool earth, my canopy the skies.

262

POPE:

Essay on Man,

Epis. i., Line 139.

Capacity.

That wondrous soul Charoba once possest,—

Capacious, then, as earth or heaven could hold,

Soul discontented with capacity,—

Is gone (I fear) forever.

263

WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR:

Gebir,

Bk. ii.

Captain.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,

The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won.

The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,

While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring.

But O heart! heart! heart!

O the bleeding drops of red,

Where on the deck my Captain lies,

Fallen cold and dead.

264

WALT WHITMAN:

O Captain! My Captain

! (On Death of Lincoln.)

A rude and boisterous captain of the sea.

265

JOHN HOME:

Douglas,

Act iv., Sc. 1.

Care.

Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,

And where care lodges, sleep will never lie.

266

SHAKS.:

Rom. and Jul.,

Act ii., Sc. 1.

Care that is enter'd once into the breast,

Will have the whole possession, ere it rest.

267

BEN JONSON:

Tale of a Tub,

Act i., Sc. 3.

Care, whom not the gayest can outbrave,

Pursues its feeble victim to the grave.

268

HENRY KIRKE WHITE:

Childhood,

Pt. ii., Line 17.

Care to our coffin adds a nail, no doubt;

And every grin, so merry, draws one out.

269

PETER PINDAR:

Ex. Odes,

Ode 15.

Hang sorrow! care will kill a cat,

And therefore let's be merry.

270

GEORGE WITHER:

Poem on Christmas.

Carefulness.

For my means, I'll husband them so well,

They shall go far with little.

271

SHAKS.:

Hamlet,

Act iv., Sc. 5.

Cat.

A harmless necessary cat.

272

SHAKS.:

M. of Venice,

Act iv., Sc. 1.

Let Hercules himself do what he may,

The cat will mew and dog will have his day.

273

SHAKS.:

Hamlet,

Act v., Sc. 1.

Cataract.

The sounding cataract

Haunted me like a passion.

274

WORDSWORTH:

Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey.

Cathedrals.

The high embower'd roof,

With antique pillars, massy proof,

And storied windows, richly dight,

Casting a dim religious light.

275

MILTON:

Il Penseroso,

Line 157.

Cato.

Like Cato, give his little senate laws,

And sit attentive to his own applause.

276

POPE:

Prologue to the Satires,

Line 207.

Cattle.

O Mary, go and call the cattle home,

And call the cattle home,

And call the cattle home,

Across the sands o' Dee.

277

CHARLES KINGSLEY:

The Sands of Dee.

Cause.

And therefore little shall I grace my cause

In speaking for myself.

278

SHAKS.:

Othello,

Act i., Sc. 3.

Caution.

Let every eye negotiate for itself

And trust no agent.

279

SHAKS.:

Much Ado,

Act ii, Sc. 1.

Know when to speak; for many times it brings

Danger, to give the best advice to kings.

280

HERRICK:

Aph. Caution in Council,

Vessels large may venture more,

But little boats should keep near shore.

281

FRANKLIN:

Poor Richard.

Caverns.

Where Alph, the sacred river, ran

Through caverns measureless to man

Down to a sunless sea.

282

COLERIDGE:

Kubla Khan.

Celibacy.

But earthly happier is the rose distill'd,

Than that, which, withering on the virgin thorn,

Grows, lives and dies in single blessedness.

283

SHAKS.:

Mid. N. Dream,

Act i., Sc. 1.

Our Maker bids increase; who bids abstain

But our destroyer, foe to God and man?

284

MILTON:

Par. Lost,

Bk. iv., Line 748.

Censure.

Praise from a friend, or censure from a foe,

Are lost on hearers that our merits know.

285

POPE:

Iliad,

Bk. x., Line 293.

Ceremony.

Ceremony was but devised at first

To set a gloss on faint deeds—hollow welcomes,

Recanting goodness, sorry ere 't is shown;

But where there is true friendship, there needs none.

286

SHAKS.:

Timon of A.,

Act i., Sc. 2.

Challenge.

There I throw my gage,

To prove it on thee, to the extremest point

Of mortal breathing.

287

SHAKS.:

Richard II.,

Act iv., Sc. 1.

Chance.

That power

Which erring men call Chance.

288

MILTON:

Comus,

Line 587.

All nature is but art unknown to thee,

All chance, direction, which thou canst not see.

289

POPE:

Essay on Man,

Epis. i., Line 289.

Change.

All but God is changing day by day.

290

CHARLES KINGSLEY:

Prometheus.

When change itself can give no more,

'T is easy to be true.

291

CHARLES SEDLEY:

Reasons for Constancy.

Let the great world spin forever down the ringing

grooves of change.

292

TENNYSON:

Locksley Hall,

Line 182.

Chaos.

For he being dead, with him is beauty slain,

And, beauty dead, black chaos comes again.

293

SHAKS.:

Venus and A.,

Line 1019.

Chaos of thought and passion, all confused;

Still by himself abused or disabused.

294

POPE:

Essay on Man,

Epis. ii., Line 13.

Character.

There is a kind of character in thy life,

That to the observer doth thy history

Fully unfold.

295

SHAKS.:

M. for M.,

Act i., Sc. 1.

Worth, courage, honor, these indeed

Your sustenance and birthright are.

296

E.C. STEDMAN:

Beyond the Portals,

Pt. 10.

Charity.

Charity itself fulfils the law,

And who can sever love from charity?

297

SHAKS.:

Love's L. Lost,

Act iv., Sc. 3.

Alas for the rarity

Of Christian charity

Under the sun!

298

HOOD:

Bridge of Sighs.

Charms.

Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.

299

POPE:

R. of the Lock,

Canto v., Line 34.

Chastity.

So dear to heav'n is saintly chastity,

That when a soul is found sincerely so,

A thousand liveried angels lackey her.

300

MILTON:

Comus,

Line 453.

Chatterton.

I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous boy,

The sleepless soul that perish'd in his pride.

Of him who walk'd in glory and in joy,

Following his plough along the mountain side.

301

WORDSWORTH:

Res. and Indep.,

St. 7.

Chaucer.

Dan Chaucer, well of English undefyled,

On Fame's eternall beadroll worthie to be fyled.

302

SPENSER:

Faerie Queene,

Bk. iv., Canto ii., St. 32.

Cheating.

Doubtless the pleasure is as great,

Of being cheated as to cheat.

303

BUTLER:

Hudibras,

Pt. ii., Canto iii., Line 1.

Cheerfulness.

It is good

To lengthen to the last a sunny mood.

304

JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL:

Legend of Brittany,

Pt. i., St. 35.

Chickens.

To swallow gudgeons ere they 're catch'd,

And count their chickens ere they 're hatch'd.

305

BUTLER:

Hudibras,

Pt. ii., Canto ii., Line 923.

Chiding.

Chide him for faults, and do it reverently,

When you perceive his blood inclined to mirth.

306

SHAKS.:

2 Henry IV.,

Sc. 4.

Child—Childhood—Children.

Ah! what would the world be to us

If the children were no more?

We should dread the desert behind us

Worse than the dark before.

307

LONGFELLOW:

Children.

Behold the child, by nature's kindly law,

Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw.

308

POPE:

Essay on Man.

Epis. ii., Line 275.

The child is father of the man.

309

WORDSWORTH:

My Heart Leaps,

Line 7.

Children are the keys of Paradise.

They alone are good and wise,

Because their thoughts, their very lives are prayer

310

R.H. STODDARD:

The Children's Prayer.

I have had playmates, I have had companions,

In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days.

All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

311

CHARLES LAMB:

Old Familiar Faces.

As children gath'ring pebbles on the shore.

312

MILTON:

Par. Regained,

Bk. iv., Line 330.

Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight,

Make me a child again, just for to-night.

313

ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN:

Rock Me to Sleep.

Chime.

Faintly as tolls the evening chime,

Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time.

314

MOORE:

A Canadian Boat-Song.

Chivalry.

Cervantes smil'd Spain's chivalry away.

315

BYRON:

Don Juan,

Canto xiii., St. 11.

Choice.

There's small choice in rotten apples.

316

SHAKS.:

Tam. of the S.,

Act i., Sc. 1.

Follow thou thy choice.

317

WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT:

Alcayde of Molina.

Choler.

Must I give way and room to your rash choler?

Shall I be frighted when a madman stares?

318

SHAKS.:

Jul. Cæsar,

Act iv., Sc. 3.

Chord.

Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might;

Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight.

319

TENNYSON:

Locksley Hall,

Line 33.

Christ.

In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,

With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me:

As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free.

320

JULIA WARD HOWE:

Battle Hymn of the Republic.

Hail to the King of Bethlehem,

Who weareth in his diadem

The yellow crocus for the gem

Of his authority.

321

LONGFELLOW:

Christus, Golden Legend,

Pt. iii.

Christ—the one great word

Well worth all languages in earth or Heaven.

322

BAILEY:

Festus,

Sc.

Heaven.

We kind o' thought Christ went agin war an' pillage.

323

JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL:

Biglow Papers,

No. iii.

Christmas.

At Christmas play, and make good cheer,

For Christmas comes but once a year.

324

TUSSER: 500

Pts. Good Hus.,

Ch. 12.

Again at Christmas did we weave

The holly round the Christmas hearth;

The silent snow possess'd the earth.

325

TENNYSON:

In Memoriam,

Pt. lxxvii., St. 1.

Bright be thy Christmas tide!

Carol it far and wide,

Jesus, the King and the Saviour, is come!

326

FRANCES R. HAVERGAL:

Christmas Mottoes.

Heap on more wood! the wind is chill;

But let it whistle as it will,

We'll keep our Christmas merry still.

327

SCOTT:

Marmion,

Canto vi., Introduction.

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring,—not even a mouse.

328

CLEMENT C. MOORE:

A Visit from St. Nicholas.

Church.

Who builds a church to God, and not to fame,

Will never mark the marble with his name.

329

POPE:

Moral Essays,

Epis. iii., Line 285.

"What is a church?" Let truth and reason speak;

They would reply—"The faithful pure and meek,

From Christian folds, the one selected race,

Of all professions, and in every place."

330

CRABBE:

The Borough,

Letter ii.

Churchyard.

The solitary, silent, solemn scene,

Where Cæsars, heroes, peasants, hermits lie,

Blended in dust together; where the slave

Rests from his labors; where th' insulting proud

Resigns his power; the miser drops his hoard;

Where human folly sleeps.

331

DYER:

Ruins of Rome,

Line 540.

Churlishness.

My master is of churlish disposition,

And little recks to find the way to heaven,

By doing deeds of hospitality.

332

SHAKS.:

As You Like It,

Act ii., Sc. 4.

Circumstance.

And grasps the skirts of happy chance,

And breasts the blows of circumstance.

333

TENNYSON:

In Memoriam,

Pt. lxiii., St. 2.

Citadel.

A tower'd citadel, a pendent rock,

A forked mountain, or blue promontory

With trees upon't.

334

SHAKS.:

Ant. and Cleo.,

Act iv., Sc. 14.

Citizens.

Before man made us citizens, great Nature made us men.

335

JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL:

The Capture of Fugitive Slaves.

City.

As one who long in populous city pent,

Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air.

336

MILTON:

Par. Lost,

Bk. ix., Line 445.

Civilities.

Love taught him shame; and shame, with love at strife,

Soon taught the sweet civilities of life.

337

DRYDEN:

Cym. and Iph.,

Line 133.

Clay.

Tho' he trip and fall,

He shall not blind his soul with clay.

338

TENNYSON:

The Princess,

Pt. vii., Line 308.

Cleanliness.

E'en from the body's purity, the mind

Receives a secret sympathetic aid.

339

THOMSON:

Seasons, Summer,

Line 1269.

Clergyman.

Near yonder copse, where once the garden smil'd,

And still where many a garden flow'r grows wild,

There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose,

The village preacher's modest mansion rose.

A man he was to all the country dear,

And passing rich with forty pounds a year.

340

GOLDSMITH:

Des. Village,

Line 137.

Cliff.

As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form,

Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm,—

Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread,

Eternal sunshine settles on its head.

341

GOLDSMITH:

Des. Village,

Line 189.

Clime.

Forc'd from their homes, a melancholy train,

To traverse climes beyond the western main.

342

GOLDSMITH:

Traveller,

Line 409.

Cloak.

Itt 's pride that putts the countrye doune,

Then take thine old cloake about thee.

343

PERCY:

Take Thy Old Cloak About Thee.

Clock.

Till like a clock worn out with eating time,

The wheels of weary life at last stood still.

344

DRYDEN:

Oedipus,

Act iv., Sc. 1.

Clothes.

The naked every day he clad

When he put on his clothes.

345

GOLDSMITH:

Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog.

Clouds.

Circling the mountains the gray clouds go

Heavy with storms as a mother with child,

Seeking release from their burden of snow

With calm slow motion they cross the wild—

Stately and sombre, they catch and cling

To the barren crags of the peaks in the west,

Weary with waiting, and mad for rest.

346

HAMLIN GARLAND:

The Clouds.

Clouds on the western side

Grow gray and grayer, hiding the warm sun.

347

CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI:

Twilight Calm.

Those clouds are angels' robes.—That fiery west

Is paved with smiling faces.

348

CHARLES KINGSLEY:

Saint's Tragedy,

Act i., Sc. 3.

Coach.

Go, call a coach, and let a coach be call'd,

And let the man who calleth be the caller,

And in his calling let him nothing call

But coach! coach! coach! oh, for a coach, ye gods!

349

CAREY:

Chrononhotonthologos,

Act i., Sc. 3.

Cock-crowing.

The early village cock

Hath twice done salutation to the morn.

350

SHAKS.:

Richard III.,

Act v., Sc. 3.

Coincidence.

A "strange coincidence," to use a phrase

By which such things are settled nowadays.

351

BYRON:

Don Juan,

Canto vi., St. 78.

Cold.

The cold in clime are cold in blood,

Their love can scarce deserve the name.

352

BYRON:

Giaour,

Line 1099.

For this relief much thanks: 'tis bitter cold,

And I am sick at heart.

353

SHAKS.:

Hamlet,

Act i., Sc. 1.

Coliseum.

"While stands the Coliseum, Rome shall stand;

When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall;

And when Rome falls—the world."

354

BYRON:

Ch. Harold,

Canto iv., St. 145.

Colossus.

Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world

Like a Colossus, and we petty men

Walk under his huge legs and peep about

To find ourselves dishonorable graves.

355

SHAKS.:

Jul. Cæsar,

Act i., Sc. 2.

Colors.

I took it for a faery vision

Of some gay creatures of the element,

That in the colors of the rainbow live,

And play i' th' plighted clouds.

356

MILTON:

Comus,

Line 298.

Columbia.

Columbia, Columbia, to glory arise,

The queen of the world and child of the skies!

Thy genius commands thee; with rapture behold,

While ages on ages thy splendors unfold.

357

TIMOTHY DWIGHT:

Columbia.

Column.

Where London's column, pointing at the skies,

Like a tall bully, lifts the head and lies.

358

POPE:

Moral Essays,

Epis. iii., Line 339.

Combat.

The combat deepens. On, ye brave,

Who rush to glory or the grave!

359

CAMPBELL:

Hohenlinden.

Comet.

Incens'd with indignation Satan stood

Unterrify'd, and like a comet burn'd

That fires the length of Ophiuchus huge

In th' Arctic sky, and from his horrid hair

Shakes pestilence and war.

360

MILTON:

Par. Lost,

Bk. ii., Line 707.

Comfort.

O, my good lord, that comfort comes too late;

'Tis like a pardon after execution;

That gentle physic, given in time, had cur'd me;

But now I'm past all comforts here but prayers.

361

SHAKS.:

Henry VIII.,

Act iv., Sc. 2.

Commandments.

Could I come near your beauty with my nails,

I'd set my ten commandments in your face.

362

SHAKS.:

2 Henry VI.,

Act i., Sc. 3.

Commentators.

How commentators each dark passage shun,

And hold their farthing candle to the sun.

363

YOUNG:

Love of Fame,

Satire vii., Line 97.

Commerce.

Where wealth and freedom reign contentment fails,

And honor sinks where commerce long prevails.

364

GOLDSMITH:

Traveller,

Line 91.

Communion.

When one that holds communion with the skies

Has fill'd his urn where these pure waters rise,

And once more mingles with us meaner things,

'Tis e'en as if an angel shook his wings.

365

COWPER:

Charity,

Line 435.

Companions.

Oh could I fly, I'd fly with thee!

We'd make with joyful wing

Our annual visit o'er the globe,

Companions of the spring.

366

JOHN LOGAN:

To the Cuckoo.

Comparisons.

When the moon shone, we did not see the candle;

So doth the greater glory dim the less.

367

SHAKS.:

M. of Venice,

Act v., Sc. 1.

In virtues nothing earthly could surpass her,

Save thine "incomparable oil," Macassar!

368

BYRON:

Don Juan,

Canto i., St. 17.

Compass.

Though pleased to see the dolphins play,

I mind my compass and my way.

369

MATTHEW GREEN:

Spleen,

Line 93.

Compassion.

O, heavens! can you hear a good man groan,

And not relent, or not compassion him?

370

SHAKS.:

Titus And.,

Act iv., Sc. 1.

Compensation.

Under the storm and the cloud to-day,

And to-day the hard peril and pain—

To-morrow the stone shall be rolled away,

For the sunshine shall follow the rain.

Merciful Father, I will not complain,

I know that the sunshine shall follow the rain.

371

JOAQUIN MILLER:

For Princess Maud.

Complexion.

Mislike me not for my complexion,

The shadow'd livery of the burnish'd sun.

372

SHAKS.:

M. of Venice,

Act ii., Sc. 1.

Compulsion.

Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie.

373

MILTON:

Arcades,

Line 68.

Concealment.

She never told her love,

But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,

Feed on her damask cheek.

374

SHAKS.:

Tw. Night,

Act ii., Sc. 3.

Conceit.

Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works.

375

SHAKS.:

Hamlet,

Act iii., Sc. 4.

Conclusion.

But this denoted a foregone conclusion.

376

SHAKS.:

Othello,

Act iii., Sc. 3.

Concord.

Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell,

Uproar the universal peace, confound

All unity on earth.

377

SHAKS.:

Macbeth,

Act iv., Sc. 3.

Condemnation.

To each his suff'rings; all are men,

Condemn'd alike to groan,—

The tender for another's pain,

Th' unfeeling for his own.

378

GRAY:

On a Distant Prospect of Eton College.

Confession.

Come, now again thy woes impart,

Tell all thy sorrows, all thy sin;

We cannot heal the throbbing heart,

Till we discern the wounds within.

379

CRABBE:

Hall of Justice,

Pt. ii.

Confidence.

I will believe

Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know;

And so far will I trust thee.

380

SHAKS.:

1 Henry IV.,

Act ii., Sc. 3.

Conflict.

Arms on armor clashing bray'd

Horrible discord, and the madding wheels

Of brazen chariots rag'd; dire was the noise

Of conflict.

381

MILTON:

Par. Lost,

Bk. vi., Line 209.

Confusion.

Ruin seize thee, ruthless king!

Confusion on thy banners wait!

382

GRAY:

The Bard,

Pt. i., St. 1.

With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout,

Confusion worse confounded.

383

MILTON:

Par. Lost,

Bk. ii., Line 995.

Congregation.

Wherever God erects a house of prayer,

The Devil always builds a chapel there;

And 't will be found, upon examination,

The latter has the largest congregation.

384

DEFOE:

True-Born Englishman,

Pt. i., Line 1.

Conquest.

Though fann'd by Conquest's crimson wing,

They mock the air with idle slate.

385

GRAY:

The Bard,

Pt. i., St. 1.

Conscience.

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;

And thus the native hue of resolution

Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought;

And enterprises of great pith and moment,

With this regard their currents torn awry,

And lose the name of action.

386

SHAKS.:

Hamlet,

Act iii., Sc. 1.

O conscience, into what abyss of fears

And horrors hast thou driven me; out of which

I find no way, from deep to deeper plung'd!

387

MILTON:

Par. Lost,

Bk. x., Line 842.

But, at sixteen, the conscience rarely gnaws

So much, as when we call our old debts in

At sixty years, and draw the accounts of evil,

And find a deuced balance with the devil.

388

BYRON:

Don Juan,

Canto i., St. 167.

Consideration.

Consideration like an angel came,

And whipp'd the offending Adam out of him.

389

SHAKS.:

Henry V.,

Act i., Sc. 1.

Consistency.

Gineral C. is a dreffle smart man;

He's ben on all sides thet give places or pelf;

But consistency still wuz a part of his plan,—

He's ben true to

one

party, an' thet is himself.

390

JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL:

Biglow Papers,

No. ii.

Consolation.

This grief is crowned with consolation.

391

SHAKS.:

Ant. and Cleo.,

Act i., Sc. 2.

Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd;

Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow;

Raze out the written troubles of the brain;

And, with some sweet oblivious antidote,

Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff,

Which weighs upon the heart?

392

SHAKS.:

Macbeth,

Act v., Sc. 3.

Conspiracy.

Conspiracies no sooner should be formed

Than executed.

393

ADDISON:

Cato,

Act i., Sc. 2.

Constancy.

I am constant as the northern star,

Of whose true-fix'd, and resting quality

There is no fellow in the firmament.

394

SHAKS.:

Jul. Cæsar,

Act iii., Sc. 1.

Alas! they had been friends in youth;

But whispering tongues can poison truth,

And constancy lives in realms above.

395

COLERIDGE:

Christabel,

Pt. ii.

Consummation.

To die: to sleep:

No more; and by a sleep to say we end

The heartache and the thousand natural shocks

That flesh is heir to,—'tis a consummation

Devoutly to be wish'd.

396

SHAKS.:

Hamlet,

Act iii., Sc. 1.

Contemplation.

For contemplation he and valor form'd,

For softness she and sweet attractive grace.

397

MILTON:

Par. Lost,

Bk. iv., Line 297.

Contempt.

From no one vice exempt,

And most contemptible to shun contempt.

398

POPE:

Moral Essays,

Epis. i., Line 194.

Contention.

Sons and brothers at a strife!

What is your quarrel? how began it first?

—No quarrel, but a slight contention.

399

SHAKS.:

3 Henry VI.,

Act i., Sc. 2.

Contentment.

He that commends me to mine own content,

Commends me to the thing I cannot get.

400

SHAKS.:

Com. of Errors,

Act i., Sc. 2.

This is the charm, by sages often told,

Converting all it touches into gold:

Content can soothe, where'er by fortune placed,

Can rear a garden in the desert waste.

401

HENRY KIRKE WHITE:

Clifton Grove,

Line 139.

Contradiction.

Woman's at best a contradiction still.

402

POPE:

Moral Essays,

Epis. ii., Line 270.

Controversy.

Great contest follows, and much learned dust

Involves the combatants; each claiming truth,

And truth disclaiming both.

403

COWPER:

Task,

Bk. iii., Line 161.

Conversation.

A dearth of words a woman need not fear;

But 't is a task indeed to learn—to hear:

In that the skill of conversation lies;

That shows or makes you both polite and wise.

404

YOUNG:

Love of Fame,

Satire v., Line 57.

Converts.

More proselytes and converts use t' accrue

To false persuasions than the right and true;

For error and mistake are infinite,

But truth has but one way to be i' th' right.

405

BUTLER:

Misc. Thoughts,

Line 113.

Cooks.

Heaven sends us good meat; but the devil sends cooks.

406

GARRICK:

Epigr. on Goldsmith's Retal.

Coquette.

Or light or dark, or short or tall,

She sets a springe to snare them all;

All 's one to her—above her fan

She 'd make sweet eyes at Caliban.

407

T.B. ALDRICH:

Coquette.

Corruption.

Corruption is a tree, whose branches are

Of an unmeasurable length: they spread

Ev'rywhere; and the dew that drops from thence

Hath infected some chairs and stools of authority.

408

BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER:

Hon. Man's For.,

Act iii., Sc. 3

At length corruption, like a general flood,

(So long by watchful ministers withstood,)

Shall deluge all; and avarice creeping on,

Spread like a low-born mist, and blot the sun.

409

POPE:

Moral Essays,

Epis. iii., Line 135.

Counsel.

Bosom up my counsel,

You'll find it wholesome.

410

SHAKS.:

Henry VIII.,

Act i., Sc. 1.

Here thou, great Anna! whom three realms obey,

Dost sometimes counsel take—and sometimes tea.

411

POPE:

R. of the Lock,

Canto iii., Line 7.

Country.

God made the country, and man made the town;

What wonder, then, that health and virtue, gifts,

That can alone make sweet the bitter draught

That life holds out to all, should most abound,

And least be threatened in the fields and groves?

412

COWPER:

Task,

Bk. i., Line 749.

True patriots all; for be it understood

We left our country for our country's good.

413

GEORGE BARRINGTON:

Prologue written for

the Opening of the Playhouse at New South

Wales, Jan. 16, 1796.

Courage.

What man dare, I dare.

Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,

The arm'd Rhinoceros, or th' Hyrcanian tiger.

Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves

Shall never tremble.

414

SHAKS.:

Macbeth,

Act iii., Sc. 4.

I dare do all that may become a man:

Who dares do more is none.

415

SHAKS.:

Macbeth,

Act i., Sc. 7.

No thought of flight,

None of retreat, no unbecoming deed

That argued fear; each on himself relied,

As only in his arm the moment lay

Of victory.

416

MILTON,

Par. Lost,

Bk. vi., Line 236.

Court—Courtiers.

The caterpillars of the commonwealth,

Whom I have soon to weed and pluck away.

417

SHAKS.:

Richard II.,

Act ii., Sc. 3.

Not a courtier,

Although they wear their faces to the bent

Of the king's looks, hath a heart that is not

Glad at the thing they scowl at.

418

SHAKS.:

Cymbeline,

Act i., Sc. 1.

A mere court butterfly,

That flutters in the pageant of a monarch.

419

BYRON:

Sardanapalus,

Act v., Sc. 1.

Courtesy.

How sweet and gracious, even in common speech,

Is that fine sense which men call Courtesy!

Wholesome as air and genial as the light,

Welcome in every clime as breath of flowers,—

It transmutes aliens into trusting friends,

And gives its owner passport round the globe.

420

JAMES T. FIELDS:

Courtesy.

Courtship.

Bring, therefore, all the forces that you may,

And lay incessant battery to her heart;

Plaints, prayers, vows, ruth, and sorrow, and dismay,—

These engines can the proudest love convert.

421

SPENSER:

Amoretti and Epithalamion,

Sonnet xiv.

She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd;

She is a woman, therefore may be won.

422

SHAKS.:

Titus And.,

Act ii., Sc. 1.

He that would win his dame must do

As love does when he draws his bow;

With one hand thrust the lady from,

And with the other pull her home.

423

BUTLER:

Hudibras,

Pt. ii., Canto i., Line 449.

Covetousness.

When workmen strive to do better than well,

They do confound their skill in covetousness.

424

SHAKS.:

King John,

Act iv., Sc. 2.

Cowardice.

O, that a mighty man, of such descent,

Of such possessions, and so high esteem,

Should be infused with so foul a spirit!

425

SHAKS.:

Tam. of the S.,

Introduction, Sc. 2.

Cowards die many times before their deaths;

The valiant never taste of death but once.

426

SHAKS.:

Jul. Cæsar,

Act ii., Sc. 2.

The man that lays his hand upon a woman,

Save in the way of kindness, is a wretch

Whom 't were gross flattery to name a coward.

427

JOHN TOBIN:

Honeymoon,

Act ii., Sc. 1.

The coward never on himself relies,

But to an equal for assistance flies.

428

CRABBE: Tale iii., Line 84.

Cowslips.

With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head,

And every flower that sad embroidery wears.

429

MILTON:

Lycidas,

Line 139.

Coxcombs.

So by false learning is good sense defac'd;

Some are bewilder'd in the maze of schools,

And some made coxcombs, nature meant but fools.

430

POPE:

E. on Criticism,

Pt. i., Line 25.

And coxcombs vanquish Berkeley by a grin.

431

JOHN BROWN:

An Essay on Satire.

Cradle.

Me let the tender office long engage

To rock the cradle of reposing age.

432

POPE:

Prologue to the Satires,

Line 408.

Craftiness.

That for ways that are dark

And for tricks that are vain,

The heathen Chinee is peculiar.

433

BRET HARTE:

Plain Language from Truthful James.

Creation.

Creation sleeps! 'T is as the general pulse

Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause,—

An awful pause! prophetic of her end.

434

YOUNG:

Night Thoughts,

Night i., Line 23.

Credit.

Bless paper credit! last and best supply!

That lends corruption lighter wings to fly.

435

POPE:

Moral Essays,

Epis. iii., Line 39.

Creed.

Shall I ask the brave soldier who fights by my side

In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree?

Shall I give up the friend I have valued and tried,

If he kneel not before the same altar with me?

436

MOORE:

Come, Send Round the Wine.

Crime.

Between the acting of a dreadful thing

And the first motion, all the interim is

Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream.

437

SHAKS.:

Jul. Cæsar,

Act ii., Sc. 1.

One murder made a villain,

Millions a hero. Princes were privileged

To kill, and numbers sanctified the crime.

438

BEILBY PORTEUS:

Death,

Line 154.

Criticism—Critics.

I am nothing if not critical.

439

SHAKS.:

Othello,

Act ii., Sc. 1.

Critics I saw, that other names deface,

And fix their own, with labor, in their place.

440

POPE:

Temple of Fame,

Line 37.

Cromwell.

Cromwell, our chief of men, who through a cloud,

Not of war only, but detractions rude,

Guided by faith and matchless fortitude,

To peace and truth thy glorious way hast plough'd.

441

MILTON:

Sonnets, To the Lord General Cromwell.

Cross.

The moon of Mahomet

Arose, and it shall set;

While, blazoned as on heaven's immortal noon,

The cross leads generations on.

442

SHELLEY:

Hellas,

Line 221.

Crowd.

Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife

Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray.

443

GRAY:

Elegy,

St. 19.

Crown.

Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown,

And put a barren sceptre in my gripe.

444

SHAKS.:

Macbeth,

Act iii., Sc. 1.

What seem'd his head

The likeness of a kingly crown had on.

Satan was now at hand.

445

MILTON:

Par. Lost,

Bk. ii., Line 666.

Cruelty.

A stony adversary, an inhuman wretch,

Uncapable of pity, void and empty

From any dram of mercy.

446

SHAKS.:

M. of Venice,

Act iv., Sc. 1.

Cupid.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,

And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind.

447

SHAKS.:

Mid. N. Dream,

Act i., Sc. 1.

Cupid is a casuist,

A mystic, and a cabalist,—

Can your lurking thought surprise,

And interpret your device....

Heralds high before him run;

He has ushers many a one;

He spreads his welcome where he goes,

And touches all things with his rose.

All things wait for and divine him,—

How shall I dare to malign him?

448

EMERSON:

Daem. and Celes., Love,

Pt. i.

Cure.

'T is an ill cure

For life's worst ills, to have no time to feel them.

449

SIR HENRY TAYLOR:

Philip Van Artevelde,

Pt. i., Act i., Sc. 5.

Curfew.

The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,

The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea,

The ploughman homeward plods his weary way,

And leaves the world to darkness and to me.

450

GRAY:

Elegy,

St. 1.

Curiosity.

I loathe that low vice, curiosity.

451

BYRON:

Don Juan,

Canto i., St. 23.

Curls.

Shakes his ambrosial curls, and gives the nod,—

The stamp of fate, and sanction of the god.

452

POPE:

Iliad,

Bk. i., Line 684.

Current.

We must take the current when it serves,

Or lose our ventures.

453

SHAKS.:

Jul. Cæsar,

Act iv., Sc. 3.

Curses.

Let this pernicious hour

Stand aye accursed in the calendar.

454

SHAKS.:

Macbeth,

Act iv., Sc. 1.

But in their stead

Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honor, breath,

Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.

455

SHAKS.:

Macbeth,

Act v., Sc. 3.

It was that fatal and perfidious bark,

Built in th' eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark.

456

MILTON:

Lycidas,

Line 100.

Custom.

How use doth breed a habit in a man!

457

SHAKS.:

Two Gent. of V.,

Act v., Sc. 4.

Custom calls me to 't;—

What custom wills, in all things should we do 't?

458

SHAKS.:

Coriolanus,

Act ii., Sc. 3.

Assume a virtue, if you have it not.

That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat,

Of habits devil, is angel yet in this.

459

SHAKS.:

Hamlet,

Act iii., Sc. 4

Cypress.

Dark tree! still sad when others' grief is fled,

The only constant mourner o'er the dead.

460

BYRON:

Giaour,

Line 286.