POETICAL QUOTATIONS (continued 5)

His preaching much, but more his practice wrought— A living sermon of the truths he taught. Character of a Good Parson. J. DRYDEN.

I preached as never sure to preach again, And as a dying man to dying men. Love breathing Thanks and Praise. R. BAXTER.

PRESENT, THE.

Lo! on a narrow neck of land, 'Twixt two unbounded seas I stand. Hymn. C. WESLEY.

This narrow isthmus 'twixt two boundless seas, The past, the future, two eternities! Lalla Rookh: The Veiled Prophet of Khorassan. T. MOORE.

Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state. Essay on Man, Epistle I. A. POPE.

Happy the man, and happy he alone, He who can call to-day his own: He who, secure within, can say, To-morrow, do thy worst, for I have lived to-day. Imitation of Horace, Bk. I. Ode 29. J. DRYDEN.

Defer not till to-morrow to be wise, To-morrow's sun to thee may never rise. Letter to Cobham. W. CONGREVE.

Nothing is there to come, and nothing past, But an eternal Now does always last. Davideis, Vol. I. Bk. I. A. COWLEY.

PRIDE.

Pride like an eagle builds amid the stars. Night Thoughts, Night V. DR. E. YOUNG.

Why, who cries out on pride, That can therein tax any private party? Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea? As You Like It, Act ii. Sc. 7. SHAKESPEARE.

'T is pride, rank pride, and haughtiness of soul; I think the Romans call it stoicism. Cato, Act i. Sc. 4. J. ADDISON.

Of all the causes which conspire to blind Man's erring judgment, and misguide the mind, What the weak head with strongest bias rules, Is pride, the never failing vice of fools. Essay on Criticism, Pt. II. A. POPE.

Where wavering man, betrayed by venturous pride To chase the dreary paths without a guide. As treacherous phantoms in the mist delude, Shuns fancied ills, or chases airy good. The Vanity of Human Wishes. DR. S. JOHNSON.

Pride (of all others the most dang'rous fault) Proceeds from want of sense or want of thought. Essay on Translated Verse. W. DILLON.

Oft has it been my lot to mark A proud, conceited, talking spark. The Chameleon. J. MERRICK.

Prouder than rustling in unpaid-for silk. Cymbeline, Act iii. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.

Ask for whose use the heavenly bodies shine; Earth for whose use? Pride answers, 'T is for mine! Essay on Man, Pt. I. A. POPE.

PROGRESS.

From lower to the higher next, Not to the top, is Nature's text; And embryo good, to reach full stature, Absorbs the evil in its nature. Festina Lente. J.R. LOWELL.

Finds progress, man's distinctive mark alone, Not God's, and not the beast's; God is, they are, Man partly is, and wholly hopes to be. A Death in the Desert. R. BROWNING.

Progress is The law of life, man is not Man as yet. Paracelsus, Pt. V. R. BROWNING.

The Lord let the house of a brute to the soul of a man, And the man said, "Am I your debtor?" And the Lord—"Not yet: but make it as clean as you can, And then I will let you a better." By an Evolutionist. A. TENNYSON.

Eternal process moving on, From state to state the spirit moves. In Memoriam, LXXXIII. A. TENNYSON.

PROMISE.

Promise is most given when the least is said. Musoeus of Hero and Leander. G. CHAPMAN.

He was ever precise in promise-keeping. Measure for Measure, Act i. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

And be these juggling fiends no more believed, That palter with us in a double sense; That keep the word of promise to our ear, And break it to our hope. Macbeth, Act v. Sc. 7. SHAKESPEARE.

His promises were, as he then was, mighty; But his performance, as he is now, nothing. King Henry VIII., Act iv. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

There buds the promise of celestial worth. The Last Day, Bk. III. DR. E. YOUNG.

Thy promises are like Adonis' gardens That one day bloomed and fruitful were the next. King Henry VI., Pt. I. Act i. Sc. 6. SHAKESPEARE.

QUARREL.

O, shame to men! devil with devil damned Firm concord holds; men only disagree Of creatures rational. Paradise Lost, Bk. II. MILTON.

O we fell out, I know not why, And kissed again with tears. The Princess. A. TENNYSON.

What dire offence from amorous causes springs, What mighty contests rise from trivial things. Rape of the Lock, Canto I. A. POPE.

Beware Of entrance to a quarrel; but, being in, Bear 't that the opposèd may beware of thee. Hamlet, Act i. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.

Those who in quarrels interpose, Must often wipe a bloody nose. Fables: The Mastiffs.. J. GAY.

But greatly to find quarrel in a straw When honor's at the stake. Hamlet, Act iv. Sc. 4. SHAKESPEARE.

In a false quarrel there is no true valor. Much Ado about Nothing, Act v. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

I'm armed with more than complete steel, The justice of my quarrel. Lust's Dominion, Act iii. Sc. 4. C. MARLOWE.

RAIN.

The Clouds consign their treasures to the fields; And, softly shaking on the dimpled pool Prelusive drops, let all their moisture flow, In large effusion, o'er the freshened world. The Seasons: Spring. J. THOMSON.

Drip, drip, the rain comes falling, Rain in the woods, rain on the sea; Even the little waves, beaten, come crawling As if to find shelter here with me. Waiting in the Rain. J.H. MORSE.

The rain-drops' showery dance and rhythmic beat, With tinkling of innumerable feet. The Microcosm: Hearing. A. COLES.

And the hooded clouds, like friars, Tell their beads in drops of rain. Midnight Mass for the Dying Year. H.W. LONGFELLOW.

See where it smokes along the sounding plain, Blown all aslant, a driving, dashing rain; Peal upon peal, redoubling all around, Shakes it again and faster to the ground. Truth. W. COWPER.

The thirsty earth soaks up the rain, And drinks and gapes for drink again; The plants suck in the earth, and are With constant drinking fresh and fair. Anacreontiques. A. COWLEY.

When that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, A foolish thing was but a toy, For the rain it raineth every day. Twelfth Night, Act v. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

RAINBOW.

Rain, rain, and sun! a rainbow in the sky! Idylls of the King: The Coming of Arthur. A. TENNYSON.

Mild arch of promise! on the evening sky Thou shinest fair with many a lovely ray, Each in the other melting. The Evening Rainbow. R. SOUTHEY.

Triumphal arch, that fill'st the sky, When storms prepare to part; I ask not proud Philosophy To teach me what thou art. To the Rainbow. T. CAMPBELL.

What skilful limner e'er would choose To paint the rainbow's varying hues, Unless to mortal it were given To dip his brush in dyes of heaven? Marmion, Canto VI. SIR W. SCOTT.

Bright pledge of peace and sunshine! the sure tie Of thy Lord's hand, the object of His eye! When I behold thee, though my light be dim, Distinct, and low, I can in thine see Him Who looks upon thee from His glorious throne, And minds the covenant between all and One. The Rainbow. H. VAUGHAN.

READING.

I had found the secret of a garret room Piled high with cases in my father's name; Piled high, packed large,—where, creeping in and out Among the giant fossils of my past, Like some small nimble mouse between the ribs Of a mastodon, I nibbled here and there At this or that box, pulling through the gap, In heats of terror, haste, victorious joy, The first book first. And how I felt it beat Under my pillow, in the morning's dark, An hour before the sun would let me read! Aurora Leigh, Bk. I. E.B. BROWNING.

Come, and take choice of all my library, And so beguile thy sorrow. Titus Andronicus, Act iv. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

He furnished me From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom. Tempest, Act i. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

There studious let me sit, And hold high converse with the mighty dead; Sages of ancient time, as gods revered, As gods beneficent, who blest mankind With arts, with arms, and humanized a world. The Seasons: Winter. J. THOMSON.

POLONIUS.—What do you read, my lord? HAMLET.—Words, words, words. Hamlet, Act ii. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

O Reader! had you in your mind Such stores as silent thought may bring, O gentle Reader! you would find A tale in everything. Simon Lee. W. WORDSWORTH.

And choose an author as you choose a friend. Essay on Translated Verse. EARL OF ROSCOMMON.

When the last reader reads no more. The Last Reader. O.W. HOLMES.

REASONS.

All was false and hollow; though his tongue Dropped manna, and could make the worse appear The better reason, to perplex and dash Maturest counsels; for his thoughts were low; To vice industrious, but to nobler deeds Timorous and slothful: yet he pleased the ear, And with persuasive accent thus began. Paradise Lost, Bk. II. MILTON.

Give you a reason on compulsion! if reasons were as plentiful as blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon compulsion. I. King Henry IV., Pt. I. Act ii. Sc. 4. SHAKESPEARE.

Good reasons must, of force, give place to better. Julius Cæsar, Act iv. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.

Whatever sceptic could inquire for, For every why he had a wherefore. Hudibras, Pt. I. S. BUTLER.

I was promised on a time To have reason for my rhyme; From that time unto this season, I received nor rhyme nor reason. Lines on his Promised Pension. E. SPENSER.

REGRET.

For who, alas! has lived, Nor in the watches of the night recalled Words he has wished unsaid and deeds undone? Reflections. S. ROGERS.

Thou wilt lament Hereafter, when the evil shall be done And shall admit no cure. Iliad, Bk. IX. HOMER. Trans. of BRYANT.

The man who seeks one thing in life, and but one, May hope to achieve it before life be done; But he who seeks all things, wherever he goes, Only reaps from the hopes which around him he sows A harvest of barren regrets. Lucile, Pt. 1. Canto II. LORD LYTTON (Owen Meredith).

O lost days of delight, that are wasted in doubting and waiting! O lost hours and days in which we might have been happy! Tales of a Wayside Inn: The Theologian's Tale. H.W. LONGFELLOW.

Calmly he looked on either Life, and here Saw nothing to regret, or there to fear: From Nature's temp'rate feast rose satisfied. Thanked Heaven that he had lived, and that he died. Epitaph X. A. POPE.

RELIGION.

God is not dumb, that he should speak no more; If thou hast wanderings in the wilderness And find'st not Sinai, 't is thy soul is poor. Bibliotres. J.R. LOWELL.

Religion, if in heavenly truths attired, Needs only to be seen to be admired. Expostulation. W. COWPER.

In religion, What damnèd error, but some sober brow Will bless it and approve it with a text. Merchant of Venice, Act iii. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

I think while zealots fast and frown, And fight for two or seven, That there are fifty roads to town, And rather more to Heaven. Chant of Brazen Head. W.M. PRAED.

Religion stands on tiptoe in our land, Ready to pass to the American strand. The Church Militant. G. HERBERT.

A Christian is the highest type of man. Night Thoughts, Night IV. DR. E. YOUNG.

Remote from man, with God he passed the days, Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise. The Hermit. T. PARNELL.

Religion's all. Descending from the skies To wretched man, the goddess in her left Holds out this world, and, in her right, the next. Night Thoughts, Night IV. DR. E. YOUNG.

My God, my Father, and my Friend, Do not forsake me at my end. Translation of Dies Irae. EARL OF ROSCOMMON.

REMORSE.

What exile from himself can flee? To zones though more and more remote Still, still pursues, where'er I be, The blight of life—the demon Thought. Childe Harold, Canto I. LORD BYRON.

Now conscience wakes despair That slumbered, wakes the bitter memory Of what he was, what is, and what must be. Paradise Lost, Bk. IV. MILTON.

Unnatural deeds Do breed unnatural troubles: infected minds To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets. Macbeth, Act v. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

MACBETH.—Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain, And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff, Which weighs upon the heart? DOCTOR.— Therein the patient Must minister to himself. Macbeth, Act v. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.

O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven; It hath the primal eldest curse upon 't, A brother's murder. Hamlet, Act iii. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.

How guilt once harbored in the conscious breast, Intimidates the brave, degrades the great. Irene, Act iv. Sc. 8. DR. S. JOHNSON.

High minds, of native pride and force, Most deeply feel thy pangs, Remorse! Fear for their scourge, mean villains have, Thou art the torturer of the brave! Marmion, Canto III. SIR W. SCOTT.

Amid the roses, fierce Repentance rears Her snaky crest; a quick-returning pang Shoots through the conscious heart. The Seasons: Spring. J. THOMSON.

There is no future pang Can deal that justice on the self-condemned He deals on his own soul. Manfred, Act iii. Sc. 1. LORD BYRON.

REPUTATION.

Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls: Who steals my purse, steals trash; 't is something, nothing; 'T was mine, 't is his, and has been slave to thousands; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed. Othello, Act iii. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.

Fear not the anger of the wise to raise, They best can bear reproof who merit praise. Essay on Criticism. A. POPE.

The purest treasure mortal times afford Is spotless reputation; that away, Men are but gilded loam or painted clay. King Richard II., Act ii. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

Thy death-bed is no lesser than thy land Wherein thou liest in reputation sick. King Richard II., Act ii. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

Convey a libel in a frown, And wink a reputation down! Journal of a Modern Lady. J. SWIFT.

After my death I wish no other herald, No other speaker of my living actions, To keep mine honor from corruption. But such an honest chronicler as Griffith. King Henry VIII., Act v. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice: then, must you speak Of one that loved, not wisely, but too well: Of one not easily jealous, but, being wrought, Perplexed in the extreme; of one, whose hand,

Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away, Richer than all his tribe; of one, whose subdued eyes, Albeit unused to the melting mood, Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees Their medicinal gum. Set you down this. Othello, Act v. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

O God!—Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me! If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, Absent thee from felicity awhile, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story. Hamlet, Act v. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

RESIGNATION.

Behold, how brightly breaks the morning, Though bleak our lot, our hearts are warm. Behold how brightly breaks. J. KENNEY.

God is much displeased That you take with unthankfulness his doing: In common worldly things, 't is called ungrateful, With dull unwillingness to repay a debt Which with a bounteous hand was kindly lent; Much more to be thus opposite with heaven, For it requires the royal debt it lent you. King Richard III., Act ii. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

Thus ready for the way of life or death, I wait the sharpest blow. Pericles, Act i. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

What's gone and what's past help Should be past grief. Winter's Tale, Act iii. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

But hushed be every thought that springs From out the bitterness of things. Addressed to Sir G.H.B. W. WORDSWORTH.

Down, thou climbing sorrow, Thy element's below! King Lear, Act ii. Sc 4. SHAKESPEARE.

'T is impious in a good man to be sad. Night Thoughts, Night IV. DR. E. YOUNG.

The path of sorrow, and that path alone, Leads to the land where sorrow is unknown. To an Afflicted Protestant Lady. W. COWPER.

Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy. Romeo and Juliet, Act iii. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

Now let us thank the Eternal Power: convinced That Heaven but tries our virtue by affliction,— That oft the cloud which wraps the present hour Serves but to brighten all our future days. Barbarossa, Act v. Sc. 3. J. BROWN.

RESOLUTION.

Be stirring as the time: be fire with fire: Threaten the threatener and outface the brow Of bragging horror: so shall inferior eyes, That borrow their behaviors from the great, Grow great by your example and put on The dauntless spirit of resolution. King John, Act v. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

My resolution 's placed, and I have nothing Of woman in me: now from head to foot I am marble—constant. Antony and Cleopatra, Act v. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

When two Join in the same adventure, one perceives Before the other how they ought to act; While one alone, however prompt, resolves More tardily and with a weaker will. Iliad, Bk. X. HOMER. Trans. of BRYANT.

I pull in resolution, and begin To doubt the equivocation of the fiend That lies like truth: "Fear not, till Birnam wood Do come to Dunsinane." Macbeth, Act v. Sc. 5. SHAKESPEARE.

In life's small things be resolute and great To keep thy muscle trained: know'st thou when Fate Thy measure takes, or when she'll say to thee, "I find thee worthy; do this deed for me"? Epigram. J.R. LOWELL.

REST.

Take thou of me, sweet pillowes, sweetest bed; A chamber deafe of noise, and blind of light, A rosie garland, and a weary hed. Astrophel and Stella. SIR PH. SIDNEY.

And to tired limbs and over-busy thoughts, Inviting sleep and soft forgetfulness. The Excursion, Bk. IV. W. WORDSWORTH.

The wind breathed soft as lover's sigh, And, oft renewed, seemed oft to die, With breathless pause between, O who, with speech of war and woes, Would wish to break the soft repose Of such enchanting scene! Lord of the Isles, Canto IV. SIR W. SCOTT.

Our foster-nurse of Nature is repose, The which he lacks; that to provoke in him, Are many simples operative, whose power Will close the eye of anguish. King Lear, Act iv. Sc. 4. SHAKESPEARE.

These should be hours for necessities, Not for delights; times to repair our nature With comforting repose, and not for us To waste these times. King Henry VIII., Act v. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

Who pants for glory finds but short repose; A breath revives him, or a breath o'erthrows. Epistles of Horace, Ep. I. Bk. I. J. DRYDEN.

Where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes That comes to all. Paradise Lost, Bk. I. MILTON.

Absence of occupation is not rest, A mind quite vacant is a mind distressed. Retirement. W. COWPER.

RETRIBUTION.

The thorns which I have reaped are of the tree I planted—they have torn me, and I bleed; I should have known what fruit would spring from such a seed. Childe Harold, Canto IV. LORD BYRON.

We but teach Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return To plague the inventor. This even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poisoned chalice To our own lips. Macbeth, Act i. Sc. 7. SHAKESPEARE. So the struck eagle, stretched upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, Viewed his own feather on the fatal dart, And winged the shaft that quivered in his heart. English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. LORD BYRON.

Remember Milo's end, Wedged in that timber which he strove to rend. Essays on Translated Verse. W. DILLON.

REVENGE.

Souls made of fire and children of the sun, With whom Revenge is virtue. The Revenge, Act V. DR. E. YOUNG

And if we do but watch the hour, There never yet was human power Which could evade, if unforgiven, The patient search and vigil long Of him who treasures up a wrong. Mazeppa. LORD BYRON

Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand, Blood and revenge are hammering in my head. Titus Andronicus, Act ii. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE

If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him. Merchant of Venice, Act i. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.

If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge. Merchant of Venice, Act iii. Sc.. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

Vengeance to God alone belongs; But when I think on all my wrongs, My blood is liquid flame. Marmion, Canto VI. SIR W. SCOTT.

Revenge, at first though sweet, Bitter ere long back on itself recoils. Paradise Lost, Bk. IX. MILTON.

ROD, THE.

I pray ye, flog them upon all occasions. It mends their morals, never mind the pain. Don Juan, Canto II. LORD BYRON.

Love is a boy by poets styled; Then spare the rod and spoil the child. Hudibras, Pt. II. Canto I. S. BUTLER.

Whipping, that's virtue's governess, Tutoress of arts and sciences; That mends the gross mistakes of nature, And puts new life into dull matter; That lays foundation for renown, And all the honors of the gown. Hudibras, Pt. II. Canto I. S. BUTLER.

ROMANCE.

Parent of golden dreams, Romance! Auspicious queen of childish joys, Who lead'st along, in airy dance, Thy votive train of girls and boys. To Romance. LORD BYRON.

He loved the twilight that surrounds The border-land of old romance; Where glitter hauberk, helm, and lance, And banner waves, and trumpet sounds, And ladies ride with hawk on wrist, And mighty warriors sweep along, Magnified by the purple mist, The dusk of centuries and of song. Tales of a Wayside Inn: Prelude. H.W. LONGFELLOW.

Lady of the Mere, Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance. A Narrow Girdle of Bough Stones. W. WORDSWORTH.

Romances paint at full length people's wooings, But only give a bust of marriages: For no one cares for matrimonial cooings. There 's nothing wrong in a connubial kiss. Think you, if Laura had been Petrarch's wife, He would have written sonnets all his life? Don Juan, Canto III. LORD BYRON.

ROYALTY.

When beggars die there are no comets seen; The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes. Julius Cæsar, Act ii. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

What infinite heart's ease Must kings neglect, that private men enjoy? And what have kings that privates have not too, Save ceremony, save general ceremony? King Henry V., Act v. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balm from an anointed king. King Richard II., Act iii. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

There's such divinity doth hedge a king, That treason can but peep to what it would, Acts little of his will. Hamlet, Act iv. Sc. 5. SHAKESPEARE.

Besides, the king's name is a tower of strength. King Richard III., Act v. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.

RURAL LIFE.

Far from gay cities and the ways of men. Odyssey, Bk. XIV. HOMER. Trans. of POPE.

But on and up, where Nature's heart Beats strong amid the hills. Tragedy of the Lac de Gaube. R.M. MILNES, LORD HOUGHTON.

They love the country, and none else, who seek For their own sake its silence and its shade. Delights which who would leave, that has a heart Susceptible of pity or a mind Cultured and capable of sober thought? The Task, Bk. III. W. COWPER.

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. The Task, Bk. I.: The Sofa. W. COWPER.

Before green apples blush, Before green nuts embrown, Why, one day in the country Is worth a month in town. Summer. C.G. ROSSETTI.

Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds Exhilarate the spirit, and restore The tone of languid Nature. The Task, Bk. I. W. COWPER.

At eve the ploughman leaves the task of day And, trudging homeward, whistles on the way: And the big-uddered cows with patience stand, And wait the strokings of the damsel's hand. Rural Sport. J. GAY.

Rustic mirth goes round; The simple joke that takes the shepherd's heart, Easily pleased; the long loud laugh sincere; The kiss snatched hasty from the sidelong maid, On purpose guardless, or pretending sleep: The leap, the slap, the haul; and, shook to notes Of native music, the respondent dance. Thus jocund fleets with them the winter night. The Seasons: Winter. J. THOMSON.

As in the eye of Nature he has lived, So in the eye of Nature let him die! The Old Cumberland Beggar. W. WORDSWORTH.

O for a seat in some poetic nook, Just hid with trees and sparkling with a brook. Politics and Poetics. L. HUNT.

I care not, Fortune, what you me deny: You cannot rob me of free Nature's grace. The Castle of Indolence, Canto II. J. THOMSON.

And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in everything. As You Like It, Act ii. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

SABBATH.

The cheerful Sabbath bells, wherever heard, Strike pleasant on the sense, most like the voice Of one who from the far-off hills proclaims Tidings of good to Zion. The Sabbath Bells. C. LAMB.

The clinkum-clank o' Sabbath bells Noo to the hoastin' rookery swells, Noo faintin' laigh in shady dells, Sounds far an' near, An' through the simmer kintry tells Its tale o' cheer.

An' noo, to that melodious play, A' deidly awn the quiet sway— A' ken their solemn holiday, Bestial an' human, The singin' lintie on the brae, The restin' plou'man. A Lowden Sabbath Morn. R.L. STEVENSON.

Bright shadows of true rest! some shoots of bliss: Heaven once a week: The next world's gladness prepossest in this; A day to seek; Eternity in time. Sundays. H. VAUGHAN.

As palmers went to hail the nichèd seat At desert well, where they put off the shoon And robe of travel, so I, a pilgrim as they, Tired with my six-days' track, would turn aside Out of the scorch and glare into the shade Of Sunday-stillness. The Resting Place. M.J. PRESTON.

But chiefly man the day of rest enjoys. Hail, Sabbath! Thee I hail, the poor man's day. The Sabbath. J. GRAHAME.

Yes, child of suffering, thou may'st well be sure, He who ordained the Sabbath loves the poor! Urania.. O.W. HOLMES.

SATIRE.

Prepare for rhyme—I'll publish, right or wrong: Fools are my theme, let satire be my song. English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. LORD BYRON.

Satire should, like a polished razor keen, Wound with a touch that's scarcely felt or seen. To the Imitator of the first Satire of Horace. Bk. II. LADY M.W. MONTAGU.

Satire's my weapon, but I'm too discreet To run amuck and tilt at all I meet. Second Book of Horace. A. POPE.

Satire or sense, alas! can Sporus feel, Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel? Satires: Prologue. A. POPE.

SCANDAL.

Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And, without sneering, teach the rest to sneer; Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault, and hesitate dislike. Satires: Prologue. A. POPE.

And there's a lust in man no charm can tame Of loudly publishing our neighbor's shame; On eagles' wings immortal scandals fly, While virtuous actions are but born and die. Satire IX. JUVENAL. Trans. of G. HARVEY.

There's nothing blackens like the ink of fools. If true, a woful likeness; and, if lies, "Praise undeserved is scandal in disguise." Imitations of Horace, Epistle I. Bk. II. A. POPE.

A third interprets motions, looks and eyes; At every word a reputation dies. Snuff, or the fan, supply each pause of chat, With singing, laughing, ogling, and all that. Rape of the Lock, Canto III. A. POPE.

Cursed be the verse, how well soe'er it flow, That tends to make one worthy man my foe. The Satires: Prologue. A. POPE.

SCHOOL.

The school-boy, with his satchel in his hand, Whistling aloud to bear his courage up. The Grave. R. BLAIR.

I do present you with a man of mine, Cunning in music and the mathematics, To instruct her fully in those sciences. Taming of the Shrew, Act ii. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

Schoolmasters will I keep within my house, Fit to instruct her youth…. … for, to cunning men I will be very kind, and liberal To mine own children in good bringing up. Taming of The Shrew, Act i. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

Grave is the Master's look: his forehead wears Thick rows of wrinkles, prints of worrying cares: Uneasy lie the heads of all that rule, His worst of all whose kingdom is a school. Supreme he sits; before the awful frown That binds his brows the boldest eye goes down; Not more submissive Israel heard and saw At Sinai's foot the Giver of the Law. The School-Boy. O.W. HOLMES.

Besides they always smell of bread and butter. Manfred. LORD BYRON.

You'd scarce expect one of my age To speak in public on the stage; And if I chance to fall below Demosthenes or Cicero, Don't view me with a critic's eye, But pass my imperfections by. Large streams from little fountains flow, Tall oaks from little acorns grow. Lines written for a School Declamation. D. EVERETT.

Ah! happy years! once more who would not be a boy! Childe Harold, Canto II. LORD BYRON.

SCIENCE.

While bright-eyed Science watches round. Ode for Music: Chorus. T. GRAY.

There live, alas! of heaven-directed mien, Of cultured soul, and sapient eye serene, Who hail thee, Man! the pilgrim of a day, Spouse of the worm, and brother of the clay,

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O Star-eyed Science! hast thou wandered there, To waft us home the message of despair? Pleasures of Hope. T. CAMPBELL.

One science only will one genius fit, So vast is art, so narrow human wit. Essay on Criticism, Pt. I. A. POPE.

By the glare of false science betrayed, That leads to bewilder, and dazzles to blind. The Hermit. J. BEATTIE.

I value science—none can prize it more, It gives ten thousand motives to adore: Be it religious, as it ought to be, The heart it humbles, and it bows the knee. The Microcosm: Christian Science. A. COLES.

SCOLD.

Unpack my heart with words, And fall a cursing, like a very drab, A scullion! Fie upon 't! Foh! Hamlet, Act ii. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

Find all his having and his holding Reduced to eternal noise and scolding,— The conjugal petard that tears Down all portcullises of ears. Hudibras. S. BUTLER.

Abroad too kind, at home 't is steadfast hate, And one eternal tempest of debate. Love of Fame. DR. E. YOUNG.

SCULPTURE.

As when, O lady mine, With chiselled touch The stone unhewn and cold Becomes a living mould, The more the marble wastes The more the statue grows. Sonnet. M. ANGELO. Trans. of MRS. H. ROSCOE.

Sculpture is more than painting. It is greater To raise the dead to life than to create Phantoms that seem to live. Michael Angelo. H.W. LONGFELLOW.

So stands the statue that enchants the world, So bending tries to veil the matchless boast, The mingled beauties of exulting Greece. The Seasons: Summer. J. THOMSON.

And the cold marble leapt to life a god. The Belvedere Apollo. H.H. MILMAN.

Or view the lord of the unerring bow, The god of life, and poesy, and light.— The sun in human limbs arrayed, and brow All radiant from his triumph in the fight; The shaft hath just been shot,—the arrow bright With an immortal's vengeance; in his eye And nostril beautiful disdain, and might And majesty, flash their full lightnings by, Developing in that one glance the Deity.

But in his delicate form—a dream of love, Shaped by some solitary nymph, whose breast Longed for a deathless lover from above, And maddened in that vision—are exprest All that ideal beauty ever blessed The mind within its most unearthly mood, When each conception was a heavenly guest, A ray of immortality, and stood, Starlike, around, until they gathered to a god! Childe Harold, Canto IV. LORD BYRON.

SEA.

Ocean! great image of eternity, And yet of fleeting time, of change, unrest, Thou vast and wondrous realm of mystery, Of thy great teachings too is man possessed. Type of God's boundless might, the here and there Uniting, thou dost with a righteous fear Man's heart ennoble, awe, and purify, As in thy mighty, multitudinous tones echoes of God roll by. Nature and Man. J.W. MILES.

What are the wild waves saying, Sister, the whole day long, That ever amid our playing I hear but their low, lone song? What are the Wild Waves Saying? J.B. CARPENTER.

The land is dearer for the sea, The ocean for the shore. On the Beach. L. LARCOM.

Distinct as the billows, yet one as the sea. The Ocean. J. MONTGOMERY.

There the sea I found Calm as a cradled child in dreamless slumber bound. The Revolt of Islam, Canto I. P.B. SHELLEY.

And there, where the smooth, wet pebbles be, The waters gurgle longingly, As if they fain would seek the shore, To be at rest from the ceaseless roar, To be at rest forevermore. The Sirens. J.R. LOWELL.

I am as a weed, Flung from the rock, on Ocean's foam, to sail Where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath prevail. Don Juan, Canto III. LORD BYRON.

Watching the waves with all their white crests dancing Come, like thick-plumed squadrons, to the shore Gallantly bounding. Julian. SIR A. HUNT.

Once more upon the waters! yet once more! And the waves behind beneath me as a steed That knows his rider. Don Juan, Canto III. LORD BYRON. I saw him beat the surges under him, And ride upon their backs; he trod the water, Whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted The surge most swoln that met him. The Tempest, Act ii. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

The sea heaves up, hangs loaded o'er the land, Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength. Luria, Act i. R. BROWNING.

Thus, I steer my bark, and sail On even keel, with gentle gale. The Spleen. M. GREEN.

What though the sea be calm? trust to the shore, Ships have been drowned, where late they danced before. Safety on the Shore. R. HERRICK.

Through the black night and driving rain A ship is struggling, all in vain, To live upon the stormy main;— Miserere Domine! The Storm. A.A. PROCTER.

But chief at sea, whose every flexile wave Obeys the blast, the aërial tumult swells. In the dread Ocean undulating wide, Beneath the radiant line that girts the globe. The Seasons: Summer. J. THOMSON.

She comes majestic with her swelling sails, The gallant Ship: along her watery way, Homeward she drives before the favoring gales; Now flirting at their length the streamers play, And now they ripple with the ruffling breeze. Sonnet XIX. R. SOUTHEY.

Thou wert before the Continents, before The hollow heavens, which like another sea Encircles them and thee; but whence thou wert, And when thou wast created, is not known, Antiquity was young when thou wast old. Hymn to the Sea. R.H. STODDARD.

Strongly it bears us along in swelling and limitless billows. Nothing before and nothing behind but the sky and the ocean. The Homeric Hexameter. SCHILLER. Trans. of COLERIDGE.

SEASONS.

SPRING.

So forth issewed the Seasons of the yeare: First, lusty Spring, all dight in leaves of flowres That freshly budded and new bloomes did beare, In which a thousand birds had built their bowres That sweetly sung to call forth paramours; And in his hand a javelin he did beare, And on his head (as fit for warlike stoures) A guilt, engraven morion he did weare: That, as some did him love, so others did him feare. Faërie Queen, Bk. VII. E. SPENSER.

The stormy March has come at last, With winds and clouds and changing skies; I hear the rushing of the blast That through the snowy valley flies. March. W.C. BRYANT.

March! A cloudy stream is flowing, And a hard, steel blast is blowing; Bitterer now than I remember Ever to have felt or seen, In the depths of drear December, When the white doth hide the green. March, April, May. B.W. PROCTER (Barry Cornwall).

A gush of bird-song, a patter of dew, A cloud, and a rainbow's warning, Suddenly sunshine and perfect blue— An April day in the morning. April. H.P. SPOFFORD.

O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day! The Tempest, Act i. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.

When proud-pied April, dressed all in his trim, Hath put a spirit of youth in everything. Sonnet XCVIII. SHAKESPEARE.

Come, gentle Spring! ethereal Mildness! come. The Seasons: Spring. J. THOMSON.

But yesterday all life in bud was hid; But yesterday the grass was gray and sere; To-day the whole world decks itself anew In all the glorious beauty of the year. Sudden Spring in New England. C. WELSH.

When April winds Grew soft, the maple burst into a flush Of scarlet flowers. The Fountains. W.C. BRYANT.

Now Nature hangs her mantle green On every blooming tree, And spreads her sheets o' daisies white Out o'er the grassy lea. Lament of Mary, Queen of Scots. R. BURNS.

Daughter of heaven and earth, coy Spring, With sudden passion languishing, Teaching barren moors to smile, Painting pictures mile on mile, Holds a cup of cowslip wreaths Whence a smokeless incense breathes. May Day. R.W. EMERSON.

Spring's last-born darling, clear-eyed, sweet, Pauses a moment, with white twinkling feet, And golden locks in breezy play, Half teasing and half tender, to repeat Her song of "May." May. S.C. WOOLSEY (Susan Coolidge).

For May wol have no slogardie a-night. The seson priketh every gentil herte, And maketh him out of his slepe to sterte. Canterbury Tales: The Knightes Tale. CHAUCER.

When daisies pied, and violets blue, And lady-smocks all silver-white, And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight. Love's Labor's Lost, Act v. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

SUMMER.

Then came the jolly Sommer, being dight In a thin silken cassock, coloured greene, That was unlynèd all, to be more light, And on his head a garlande well beseene. Faërie Queene, Bk. VII. E. SPENSER.

All green and fair the Summer lies, Just budded from the bud of Spring, With tender blue of wistful skies, And winds which softly sing. Menace. S.C. WOOLSEY (Susan Coolidge).

From brightening fields of ether fair-disclosed, Child of the Sun, refulgent Summer comes, In pride of youth, and felt through Nature's depth; He comes, attended by the sultry Hours, And ever-fanning breezes, on his way. The Seasons: Summer. J. THOMSON.

From all the misty morning air, there comes a summer sound, A murmur as of waters from skies, and trees, and ground. The birds they sing upon the wing, the pigeons bill and coo. A Midsummer Song. R.W. GILDER.

His labor is a chant, His idleness a tune; Oh, for a bee's experience Of clovers and of noon! The Bee. E. DICKINSON.

Still as night Or summer's noontide air. Paradise Lost, Bk. II. MILTON.

Joy rises in me, like a summer's morn. A Christmas Carol. S.T. COLERIDGE.

The Summer looks out from her brazen tower, Through the flashing bars of July. A Corymbus for Autumn. F. THOMPSON.

Dead is the air, and still! the leaves of the locust and walnut Lazily hang from the boughs, inlaying their intricate outlines Rather on space than the sky,—on a tideless expansion of slumber. Home Pastorals: August. B. TAYLOR.

AUTUMN.

Then came the Autumne, all in yellow clad, As though he joyèd in his plenteous store, Laden with fruits that made him laugh, full glad That he had banished hunger, which to-fore Had by the belly oft him pinchèd sore; Upon his head a wreath, that was enrold With ears of corne of every sort, he bore, And in his hand a sickle he did holde, To reape the ripened fruit the which the earth had yold. Faërie Queene, Bk. VII. E. SPENSER.

And the ripe harvest of the new-mown hay Gives it a sweet and wholesome odor. Richard III. (Altered), Act v. Sc. 3. C. CIBBER.

All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn, Led yellow Autumn, wreathed with nodding corn. Brigs of Ayr. R. BURNS.

Yellow, mellow, ripened days. Sheltered in a golden coating O'er the dreamy, listless haze, White and dainty cloudlets floating;

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Sweet and smiling are thy ways, Beauteous, golden Autumn days. Autumn Days. W. CARLETON.

While Autumn, nodding o'er the yellow plain, Comes jovial on. The Seasons: Autumn. J. THOMSON.

From gold to gray Our mild sweet day Of Indian summer fades too soon; But tenderly Above the sea Hangs, white and calm, the hunter's moon. The Eve of Election. J.G. WHITTIER.

The brown leaves rustle down the forest glade, Where naked branches make a fitful shade, And the lost blooms of Autumn withered lie. October. G. ARNOLD.

The dead leaves their rich mosaics Of olive and gold and brown Had laid on the rain-wet pavements, Through all the embowered town. November. S. LONGFELLOW.

When shrieked The bleak November winds, and smote the woods, And the brown fields were herbless, and the shades That met above the merry rivulet Were spoiled, I sought, I loved them still; they seemed Like old companions in adversity. A Winter Piece. W.C. BRYANT.

Dry leaves upon the wall, Which flap like rustling wings and seek escape, A single frosted cluster on the grape Still hangs—and that is all. November. S.C. WOOLSEY (Susan Coolidge).

WINTER.

Lastly came Winter, clothed all in frize, Chattering his teeth for cold that did him chill; Whilst on his hoary beard his breath did freeze, And the dull drops that from his purple bill As from a limbeck did adown distill; In his right hand a tipped staff he held With which his feeble steps he stayed still, For he was faint with cold and weak with eld, That scarce his loosed limbs he able was to weld. Faërie Queene, Bk. VII. E. SPENSER.

Chaste as the icicle, That's curded by the frost from purest snow, And hangs on Dian's temple: dear Valeria! Coriolanus, Act v. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.

Silently as a dream the fabric rose, No sound of hammer or of saw was there. Ice upon ice, the well-adjusted parts Were soon conjoined. The Task: Winter Morning Walk. W. COWPER

When we shall hear The rain and wind beat dark December, how, In this our pinching cave, shall we discourse The freezing hours away? Cymbeline, Act iii. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.

See, Winter comes, to rule the varied year, Sullen and sad, with all his rising train; Vapors, and Clouds, and Storms. The Seasons: Winter. J. THOMSON.

From snow-topped hills the whirlwinds keenly blow, Howl through the woods, and pierce the vales below, Through the sharp air a flaky torrent flies, Mocks the slow sight, and hides the gloomy skies. Inebriety G. CRABBE.

Let Winter come! let polar spirits sweep The darkening world, and tempest-troubled deep! Though boundless snows the withered heath deform, And the dim sun scarce wanders through the storm, Yet shall the smile of social love repay, With mental light, the melancholy day! And, when its short and sullen noon is o'er, The ice-chained waters slumbering on the shore, How bright the fagots in his little hall Blaze on the hearth, and warm the pictured wall! The Pleasures of Hope. T. CAMPBELL.

Look! the massy trunks Are cased in the pure crystal; each light spray, Nodding and tinkling in the breath of heaven, Is studded with its trembling water-drops, That glimmer with an amethystine light. A Winter Piece. W.C. BRYANT.

Come when the rains Have glazed the snow and clothed the trees with ice, While the slant sun of February pours Into the bowers a flood of light. Approach! The incrusted surface shall upbear thy steps. A Winter Piece. W.C. BRYANT.

O Winter, ruler of the inverted year.

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I love thee, all unlovely as thou seem'st, And dreaded as thou art! I crown thee king of intimate delights, Fireside enjoyments, home-born happiness, And all the comforts that the lowly roof Of undisturbed Retirement, and the hours Of long uninterrupted evening, know. The Task: Winter Evening. W. COWPER.

SECRET.

Two may keep counsel, putting one away. Romeo and Juliet, Act ii. Sc. 4. SHAKESPEARE.

And whatsoever else shall hap to-night, Give it an understanding, but no tongue. Hamlet, Act i. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

If you have hitherto concealed this sight, Let it be tenable in your silence still. Hamlet, Act i. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

I have played the fool, the gross fool, to believe The bosom of a friend will hold a secret Mine own could not contain. Unnatural Combat, Act v. Sc. 2. P. MASSINGER.

SHAME.

O shame, where is thy blush? Hamlet, Act iii. Sc. 4. SHAKESPEARE.

Here shame dissuades him, there his fear prevails, And each by turns his aching heart assails. Metamorphoses: Actaeon, Bk. III. OVID. Trans. of ADDISON.

All is confounded, all! Reproach and everlasting shame Sits mocking in our plumes. King Henry V., Act iv. Sc. 5. SHAKESPEARE.

He was not born to shame: Upon his brow shame was ashamed to sit. Romeo and Juliet, Act iii. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

Himself sole author of his own disgrace. Hope. W. COWPER.

Men the most infamous are fond of fame: And those who fear not guilt, yet start at shame. The Author. C. CHURCHILL.

Had it pleased Heaven To try me with affliction; had he rained All kinds of sores and shames on my bare head, Steeped me in poverty to the very lips, Given to captivity me and my utmost hopes,— I should have found in some part of my soul A drop of patience: but, alas, to make me A fixed figure, for the time of scorn To point his slow unmoving finger at! Othello, Act iv. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

SHIP.

Build me straight, O worthy Master! Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel, That shall laugh at all disaster And with wave and whirlwind wrestle. The Building of the Ship. H.W. LONGFELLOW.

She walks the waters like a thing of life. And seems to dare the elements to strife. The Corsair, Canto I. LORD BYRON.

Hearts of oak are our ships, Hearts of oak are our men. Hearts of Oak. D. GARRICK.

Sailing Like a stately ship Of Tarsus, bound for the isles Of Javan or Gadire. With all her bravery on, and tackle trim, Sails filled, and streamers waving, Courted by all the winds that hold them play, An amber scent of odorous perfume Her harbinger. Samson Agonistes. MILTON.

Behold the threaden sails, Borne with the invisible and creeping wind, Draw the huge bottoms through the furrowed sea, Breasting the lofty surge. King Henry V., Act iii. Chorus. SHAKESPEARE.

Heaven speed the canvas, gallantly unfurled, To furnish and accommodate a world, To give the pole the produce of the sun, And knit th' unsocial climates into one. Charity. W. COWPER.

Dangerous rocks, Which touching but my gentle vessel's side, Would scatter all her spices on the stream, Enrobe the roaring waters with my silks, And, in a word, but even now worth this, And now worth nothing. Merchant of Venice, Act i. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

As rich…. As is the ooze and bottom of the sea With sunken wreck and sumless treasuries. King Henry V., Act i. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

Her deck is crowded with despairing souls, And in the hollow pauses of the storm We hear their piercing cries. Bertram. C.R. MATURIN.

A brave vessel, Who had no doubt some noble creatures in her, Dashed all to pieces. O, the cry did knock Against my very heart! Poor souls! they perished. The Tempest, Act i. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

They lit the high sea-light, and the dark began to fall. "All hands to loose topgallant sails," I heard the captain call. "By the Lord, she'll never stand it," our first mate, Jackson, cried. … "It's the one way or the other, Mr. Jackson," he replied.

She staggered to her bearings, but the sails were new and good, And the ship smelt up to windward just as though she understood. As the winter's day was ending, in the entry of the night, We cleared the weary headland, and passed below the light. Christmas at Sea. R.L. STEVENSON.

SIGH.

To love, It is to be all made of sighs and tears. As You Like It, Act V. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

The world was sad.—the garden was a wild; And Man, the hermit, sighed—till Woman smiled. Pleasures of Hope, Pt. I. T. CAMPBELL.

Sighed and looked unutterable things. The Seasons: Summer. J. THOMSON.

My soul has rest, sweet sigh! alone in thee. To Laura in Death. PETRARCH.

Yet sighes, deare sighes, indeede true friends you are That do not leave your left friend at the wurst, But, as you with my breast I oft have nurst, So, gratefull now, you waite upon my care. Sighes. SIR PH. SIDNEY.

Sighs Which perfect Joy, perplexed for utterance, Stole from her sister Sorrow. The Gardener's Daughter. A. TENNYSON.

SILENCE.

Three Silences there are: the first of speech, The second of desire, the third of thought. The Three Silences of Molinos. H.W. LONGFELLOW.

Stillborn silence! thou that art Flood-gate of the deeper heart! Silence. R. FLECKNOE

And silence, like a poultice, comes To heal the blows of sound. The Music Grinder. O.W. HOLMES.

Silence in love betrays more woe Than words, though ne'er so witty; A beggar that is dumb, you know, May challenge double pity. The Silent Lover. SIR W. RALEIGH.

Shallow brooks murmur moste, deepe silent slide away. The Arcadia, Thirsis and Dorus. SIR PH. SIDNEY.

What, gone without a word? Aye, so true love should do: it cannot speak; For truth hath better deeds than words to grace it. Two Gentlemen of Verona, Act ii. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.

The rest is silence. Hamlet, Act v. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

SIN.

Ay me, how many perils doe enfold The righteous man, to make him daily fall. Faërie Queene, Bk. I. E. SPENSER.

There is a method in man's wickedness, It grows up by degrees. A King and no King, Act v. Sc. 4. BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER.

Where is the man who has not tried How mirth can into folly glide, And folly into sin! The Bridal of Triermain, Canto I. SIR W. SCOTT.

I see the right, and I approve it too, Condemn the wrong, and yet the wrong pursue. Metamorphoses, VII. 20. OVID. Trans. of TATE AND STONESTREET.

I am a man More sinned against than sinning. King Lear, Act iii. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

The good he scorned Stalked off reluctant, like an ill-used ghost, Not to return; or, if it did, in visits Like those of angels, short and far between. The Grave, Pt. II. R. BLAIR.

Man-like is it to fall into sin, Fiend-like is it to dwell therein, Christ-like is it for sin to grieve, God-like is it all sin to leave. Sin. F. VON LOGAU. Trans. of LONGFELLOW.

O, what authority and show of truth Can cunning sin cover itself withal! Much Ado about Nothing, Act iv. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile. Missionary Hymn. BISHOP R. HEBER.

And he that does one fault at first, And lies to hide it, makes it two. Divine Songs. DR. I. WATTS.

Commit The oldest sins the newest kind of ways. Henry IV., Pt. II. Act iv. Sc. 4. SHAKESPEARE.

And out of good still to find means of evil. Paradise Lost, Bk. I. MILTON.

But evil is wrought by want of thought, As well as want of heart! The Lady's Dream. T. HOOD.

Timely advised, the coming evil shun: Better not do the deed, than weep it done. Henry and Emma. M. PRIOR.

SINCERITY.

Men should be what they seem; Or those that be not, would they might seem none! Othello, Act iii. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.

O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! Sonnet LIV. SHAKESPEARE.

O, while you live, tell truth, and shame the devil. King Henry IV. Pt. I. Act iii. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles, His love sincere, his thoughts immaculate, His tears pure messengers sent from his heart, His heart as far from fraud as heaven from earth. Two Gentlemen of Verona, Act ii. Sc. 7. SHAKESPEARE.

An honest tale speeds best being plainly told. King Richard III., Act iv. Sc. 4. SHAKESPEARE.

Were there no heaven nor hell I should be honest. Duchess of Malfi, Act i. Sc. 1. J. WEBSTER.

SKY.

One of those heavenly days that cannot die. Nutting. W. WORDSWORTH.

Green calm below, blue quietness above. The Pennsylvania Pilgrim J.G. WHITTIER.

The soft blue sky did never melt Into his heart; he never felt The witchery of the soft blue sky! Peter Bell. W. WORDSWORTH.

But now the fair traveller's come to the west, His rays are all gold, and his beauties are best; He paints the skies gay as he sinks to his rest, And foretells a bright rising again. A Summer Evening. DR. I. WATTS.

How bravely Autumn paints upon the sky The gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled! Written in a Volume of Shakespeare. T. HOOD.

Of evening tinct, The purple-streaming Amethyst is thine. Seasons: Summer. J. THOMSON.

Heaven's ebon vault, Studded with stars unutterably bright, Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls, Seems like a canopy which love has spread To curtain her sleeping world. Queen Mab, Pt. IV. P.B. SHELLEY.

This majestical roof fretted with golden fire. Hamlet, Act ii. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

SLEEP.

Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy Sleep! He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where fortune smiles; the wretched he forsakes: Swift on his downy pinions flies from woe, And lights on lids unsullied with a tear. Night Thoughts, Night I. DR. E. YOUNG.

Thou hast been called, O sleep! the friend of woe; But 'tis the happy that have called thee so. Curse of Kehama, Canto XV. R. SOUTHEY.

Sleep seldom visits sorrow; when it doth, It is a comforter. The Tempest, Act ii. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

Weariness Can snore upon the flint, when restive sloth Finds the down pillow hard. Cymbeline, Act iii Sc. 6. SHAKESPEARE.

O magic sleep! O comfortable bird, That broodest o'er the troubled sea of the mind Till it is hushed and smooth! Endymion, Bk. I. J. KEATS.

Sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye, Steal me awhile from mine own company. Midsummer Night's Dream, Act iii. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

Then Sleep and Death, two twins of wingèd race, Of matchless swiftness, but of silent pace. Iliad, Bk. XVI. HOMER. Trans. of POPE.

Care-charming sleep, thou easer of all woes, Brother to Death, sweetly thyself dispose On this afflicted prince; fall like a cloud In gentle showers;… sing his pain Like hollow murmuring wind or silver rain. Valentinian. BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER.

SMILE.

Smiles from reason flow, To brute denied, and are of love the food. Paradise Lost, Bk. IX. MILTON.

Why should we faint and fear to live alone, Since all alone, so Heaven has willed, we die, Nor even the tenderest heart, and next our own, Knows half the reasons why we smile and sigh? The Christian Year, 24th Sunday after Trinity. J. KEBLE.

And the tear that is wiped with a little address, May be followed perhaps by a smile. The Rose. W. COWPER.

The social smile, the sympathetic tear. Education and Government. T. GRAY.

Eternal smiles his emptiness betray. As shallow streams run dimpling all the way. Satires: Prologue. A. POPE.

So comes a reckoning when the banquet's o'er. The dreadful reckoning, and men smile no more. The What d' ye Call 't. J. GAY.

SOCIETY.

Heav'n forming each on other to depend, A master, or a servant, or a friend, Bids each on other for assistance call, Till one man's weakness grows the strength of all. Essay on Man, Epistle II. A. POPE.

Love all, trust a few, Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy Rather in power than use, and keep thy friend Under thy own life's key: be checked for silence, But never taxed for speech. All's Well That Ends Well, Act i. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

A people is but the attempt of many To rise to the completer life of one— And those who live as models for the mass Are singly of more value than they all. Luria, Act v. R. BROWNING.

There my retreat the best companions grace, Chiefs out of war, and statesmen out of place; There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl, The feast of reason and the flow of soul. Imitations of Horace, Satire I. Bk. II. A. POPE.

Here thou, great Anna! whom three realms obey, Dost sometimes counsel take—and sometimes tea. Rape of the Lock, Canto III. A. POPE.

Among unequals what society Can sort, what harmony, or true delight? Paradise Lost, Bk. VIII. MILTON.

The company is "mixed" (the phrase I quote is As much as saying, they're below your notice). Beppo. LORD BYRON.

Society is now one polished horde. Formed of two mighty tribes, the Bores and Bored. Don Juan, Canto XI. LORD BYRON.

SOLDIER.

He stands erect; his slouch becomes a walk; He steps right onward, martial in his air, His form and movement. The Task, Bk. IV. W. COWPER.

A braver soldier never couched lance, A gentler heart did never sway in court. King Henry VI., Pt. I. Act iii. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

Unbounded courage and compassion joined, Tempering each other in the victor's mind, Alternately proclaim him good and great, And make the hero and the man complete.

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And, pleased the Almighty's orders to perform, Rides in the whirlwind and directs the storm. The Campaign. J. ADDISON.

So restless Cromwell could not cease In the inglorious arts of peace. But through adventurous war Urged his active star. A Horatian Ode: Upon Cromwell's Return from Ireland. A. MARVELL.

'T is the soldier's life To have their balmy slumbers waked with strife. Othello, Act ii. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.

Some for hard masters, broken under arms, In battle lopt away, with half their limbs, Beg bitter bread thro' realms their valor saved. Night Thoughts, Night I. DR. E. YOUNG.

His breast with wounds unnumbered riven, His back to earth, his face to heaven. The Giaour. LORD BYRON.

Wut's words to them whose faith an' truth On War's red techstone rang true metal, Who ventured life an' love an' youth For the gret prize o' death in battle? The Biglow Papers, Second Series, No. X. J.R. LOWELL.

God's soldier he be! Had I as many sons as I have hairs. I would not wish them to a fairer death: And so his knell is knolled. Macbeth, Act v. Sc. 8. SHAKESPEARE.

O, now, forever Farewell the tranquil mind! farewell content! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue! O, farewell! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump,

The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner, and all quality, Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war! And, O you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamors counterfeit, Farewell! Othello's occupation's gone! Othello, Act iii. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.

SOLITUDE.

All heaven and earth are still,—though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling most: And silent, as we stand in thoughts too deep;— All heaven and earth are still;

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Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone. Childe Harold, Canto III. LORD BYRON.

When, musing on companions gone, We doubly feel ourselves alone. Marmion, Canto II. Introduction. SIR W. SCOTT.

Alone!—that worn-out word, So idly spoken, and so coldly heard; Yet all that poets sing, and grief hath known, Of hopes laid waste, knells in that word—Alone! The New Timon, Pt. II. E. BULWER-LYTTON.

O! lost to virtue, lost to manly thought, Lost to the noble, sallies of the soul! Who think it solitude to be alone. Night Thoughts, Night IV. DR. E. YOUNG.

Converse with men makes sharp the glittering wit, But God to man doth speak in solitude. Highland Solitude. J.S. BLACKIE.

But, if much converse perhaps Thee satiate, to short absence I could yield; For solitude sometimes is best society, And short retirement urges sweet return. Paradise Lost, Bk. IX. MILTON.

Few are the faults we flatter when alone. Night Thoughts, Night V. DR. E. YOUNG.

'Tis solitude should teach us how to die; It hath no flatterers: vanity can give No hollow aid; alone—man with his God must strive. Childe Harold, Canto II. LORD BYRON.

How sweet, how passing sweet is solitude? But grant me still a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper—solitude is sweet. Retirement. W. COWPER.

SORROW.

When sorrows come, they come not single spies, But in battalions. Hamlet, Act iv. Sc. 5. SHAKESPEARE.

One woe doth tread upon another's heel, So fast they follow. Hamlet, Act iv. Sc. 7. SHAKESPEARE.

Woes cluster; rare are solitary woes; They love a train, they tread each other's heel. Night Thoughts, Night III. DR. E. YOUNG.

Who ne'er his bread in sorrow ate, Who ne'er the mournful midnight hours Weeping upon his bed has sate, He knows you not, ye Heavenly Powers. Hyperion, Bk. I. Motto: from Goethe's Wilhelm Meister. H.W. LONGFELLOW.

One fire burns out another's burning; One pain is lessened by another's anguish; Turn giddy, and be helped by backward turning; One desp'rate grief cures with another's languish; Take thou some new infection to the eye, And the rank poison of the old will die. Romeo and Juliet, Act i. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

All that's bright must fade,— The brightest still the fleetest; All that's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest! National Airs: All that's bright must fade. T. MOORE.

O God! O God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Hamlet, Act i. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan. Sorrow calls no time that's gone: Violets plucked, the sweetest rain Makes not fresh nor grow again. The Queen of Corinth, Act iii. Sc. 2. J. FLETCHER.

Sorrows remembered sweeten present joy. The Course of Time, Bk. I. R. POLLOK.

Wreaths that endure affliction's heaviest showers, And do not shrink from sorrow's keenest winds. Misc. Sonnets, Pt. I. XXXIII. W. WORDSWORTH.

Affliction is the good man's shining scene; Prosperity conceals his brightest ray; As night to stars, woe lustre gives to man. Night Thoughts, Night IX. DR. E. YOUNG.

Like a ball that bounds According to the force with which 'twas thrown So in affliction's violence, he that's wise The more he's cast down will the higher rise. Microcosmos. T. NABBES.

O, fear not in a world like this, And thou shalt know erelong,— Know how sublime a thing it is To suffer and be strong. The Light of Stars. H.W. LONGFELLOW.

SOUL.

Summe up at night what thou hast done by day; And in the morning what thou hast to do. Dresse and undresse thy soul; mark the decay And growth of it: if, with thy watch, that too Be down, then winde up both; since we shall be Most surely judged, make thy accounts agree. The Temple: The Church Porch. G. HERBERT.

Go to your bosom; Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know. Measure for Measure, Act ii. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

O ignorant, poor man! what dost thou bear Locked up within the casket of thy breast? What jewels and what riches hast thou there? What heavenly treasure in so weak a chest? Worth of the Soul. SIR J. DAVIES.

Let Fortune empty all her quiver on me; I have a soul that like an ample shield, Can take in all, and verge enough for more. Sebastian, Act i. Sc. 1. J. DRYDEN.

And keeps that palace of the soul serene. Of Tea. E. WALLER.

A happy soul, that all the way To heaven hath a summer's day. In Praise of Lessius' Mule of Health. R. CRASHAW.

And rest at last where souls unbodied dwell, In ever-flowing meads of Asphodel. Odyssey, Bk. XXIV. HOMER. Trans. of POPE.

SPEECH.

Persuasive speech, and more persuasive sighs, Silence that spoke, and eloquence of eyes. Iliad, Bk. XIV. HOMER. Trans. of POPE.

Discourse may want an animated "No" To brush the surface, and to make it flow; But still remember, if you mean to please, To press your point with modesty and ease. Conversation. W. COWPER.

One whom the music of his own vain tongue Doth ravish like enchanting harmony. Love's Labor's Lost, Act i. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

Turn him to any cause of policy, The Gordian knot of it he will unloose, Familiar as his garter: that, when he speaks, The air, a chartered libertine, is still. King Henry V., Act i. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

Persuasion tips his tongue whene'er he talks. Parody on Pope. C. CIBBER.

Yet Hold it more humane, more heavenly, first, By winning words to conquer willing hearts, And make persuasion do the work of fear. Paradise Regained, Bk. I. MILTON.

Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. Hamlet, Act i. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.

"Careful with fire," is good advice, we know, "Careful with words," is ten times doubly so. Thoughts unexpressed may sometimes fall back dead: But God Himself can't kill them when they're said. First Settler's Story. W. CARLETON.

SPIRITS.

GLENDOWER.—I can call spirits from the vasty deep. HOTSPUR. —Why, so can I, or so can any man; But will they come when you do call for them? King Henry IV., Pt. I. Act III. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep. Paradise Lost, Bk. IV. MILTON.

Spirits when they please Can either sex assume, or both,

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Can execute their airy purposes, And works of love or enmity fulfil. Paradise Lost, Bk, I. MILTON.

But shapes that come not at an earthly call Will not depart when mortal voices bid; Lords of the visionary eye, whose lid, Once raised, remains aghast, and will not fall! Dion. W. WORDSWORTH.

I shall not see thee. Dare I say No spirit ever brake the band That stays him from the native land, Where first he walked when clasped in clay?

No visual shade of some one lost, But he, the spirit himself, may come Where all the nerve of sense is numb; Spirit to spirit, ghost to ghost. In Memoriam, XCII. A. TENNYSON.

STAGE, THE.

Where is our usual manager of mirth? What revels are in hand? Is there no play, To ease the anguish of a torturing hour? Midsummer Night's Dream, Act v. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

Prologues, like compliments, are loss of time; 'Tis penning bows and making legs in rhyme. Prologue to Crisp's Tragedy of Virginia. D. GARRICK.

Prologues precede the piece in mournful verse, As undertakers walk before the hearse. Prologue to Apprentice. D. GARRICK.

On the stage he was natural, simple, affecting, 'Twas only that when he was off, he was acting. Retaliation. O. GOLDSMITH.

The drama's laws, the drama's patrons give. For we that live to please, must please to live. Prologue. Spoken by Mr. Garrick on Opening Drury Lane Theatre, 1747. DR. S. JOHNSON.

To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart; To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold, Live o'er each scene, and be what they behold— For this the tragic Muse first trod the stage. Prologue to Addison's Cato. A. POPE.

As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious. Richard II., Act v. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

Is it not monstrous that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit That from her working all his visage wanned? Hamlet, Act ii. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her? What would he do, Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have? He would drown the stage with tears. Hamlet, Act ii. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano; A stage, where every man must play a part, And mine a sad one. Merchant of Venice, Act i. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

I have heard That guilty creatures, sitting at a play, Have by the very cunning of the scene Been struck so to the soul, that presently They have proclaimed their malefactions.

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The play's the thing Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the King. Hamlet, Act ii. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

Lo, where the stage, the poor, degraded stage, Holds its warped mirror to a gaping age. Curiosity. C. SPRAGUE.

A veteran see! whose last act on the stage Entreats your smiles for sickness and for age; Their cause I plead,—plead it in heart and mind; A fellow-feeling makes one wondrous kind. Prologue on Quitting the Stage in 1776. D. GARRICK.

Who teach the mind its proper face to scan, And hold the faithful mirror up to man. The Actor. R. LLOYD.

STAR.

That full star that ushers in the even. Sonnet CXXXII. SHAKESPEARE.

Her blue eyes sought the west afar, For lovers love the western star. Lay of the Last Minstrel, Canto III. SIR W. SCOTT.

And fast by, hanging in a golden chain This pendent world, in bigness as a star Of smallest magnitude close by the moon. Paradise Lost, Bk. II. MILTON.

Devotion! daughter of astronomy! An undevout astronomer is mad. Night Thoughts, Night IX. DR. E. YOUNG.

There does a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night, And cast a gleam over this tufted grove. Comus. MILTON.

Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels. Evangeline, Pt. I. H.W. LONGFELLOW.

'Tis the witching hour of night, Orbed is the moon and bright, And the stars they glisten, glisten, Seeming with bright eyes to listen— For what listen they? A Prophecy. J. KEATS.

There is no light in earth or heaven But the cold light of stars; And the first watch of night is given To the red planet Mars. The Light of Stars. H.W. LONGFELLOW.

Sweet Phosphor, bring the day; Light will repay The wrongs of night; Sweet Phosphor, bring the day! Emblems, Bk. I. F. QUARLES.

At whose sight all the stars Hide their diminished heads. Paradise Lost, Bk. IV. MILTON.

Nor sink those stars in empty night,— They hide themselves in heaven's own light. Issues of Life and Death. J. MONTGOMERY.

STATECRAFT.

A thousand years scarce serve to form a state; An hour may lay it in the dust. Childe Harold, Canto II. LORD BYRON.

Who's in or out, who moves this grand machine, Nor stirs my curiosity nor spleen: Secrets of state no more I wish to know Than secret movements of a puppet show: Let but the puppets move, I've my desire, Unseen the hand which guides the master wire. Night. C. CHURCHILL.

Resolved to ruin or to rule the state. Absalom and Achitophel, Pt. II. J. DRYDEN.

And lives to clutch the golden keys, To mould a mighty state's decrees, And shape the whisper of the throne. In Memoriam, LXIII. A. TENNYSON.

And statesmen at her council met Who knew the seasons when to take Occasion by the hand, and make The bounds of freedom wider yet. To the Queen. A. TENNYSON.

What should it be, that thus their faith can bind? The power of Thought—the magic of the Mind! Linked with success, assumed and kept with skill. That moulds another's weakness to its will. The Corsair. LORD BYRON.

'Tis thus the spirit of a single mind Makes that of multitudes take one direction. Don Juan. LORD BYRON.

For just experience tells, in every soil, That those that think must govern those that toil. The Traveller. O. GOLDSMITH.

A cutpurse of the empire and the rule. That from a shelf the precious diadem stole, And put it in his pocket! Hamlet, Act iii. Sc. 4. SHAKESPEARE.

Some of their chiefs were princes of the land; In the first rank of these did Zimri[A] stand; A man so various, that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome: Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong; Was everything by starts, and nothing long; But, in the course of one revolving moon. Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking. Absalom and Achitophel, Pt. I. J. DRYDEN.

[Footnote A: George Villiers, Duke of Buckingham.]

For close designs and crooked councils fit; Sagacious, bold, and turbulent of wit; Restless, unfixed in principles and place; In power unpleased, impatient of disgrace: A fiery soul, which, working out its way, Fretted the pygmy-body to decay, And o'er informed the tenement of clay. A daring pilot in extremity; Pleased with the danger, when the waves went high He sought the storms; but for a calm unfit, Would steer too nigh the sands to boast his wit. Great wits are sure to madness near allied, And thin partitions do their bounds divide. Absalom and Achitophel, Pt. I. (Earl of Shaftesbury.) J. DRYDEN.

STEALING.

I'll example you with thievery: The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea: the moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun: The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves The moon into salt tears: the earth's a thief, That feeds and breeds by composture stolen From general excrement: each thing's a thief. Timon of Athens, Act iv. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.

Kill a man's family and he may brook it, But keep your hands out of his breeches' pocket. Don Juan, Canto X. LORD BYRON.

Stolen sweets are always sweeter: Stolen kisses much completer; Stolen looks are nice in chapels: Stolen, stolen be your apples. Song of Fairies. T. RANDOLPH.

A tailor, though a man of upright dealing,— True but for lying,—honest but for stealing. Of a Precise Tailor. SIR J. HARRINGTON.

Thieves for their robbery have authority When judges steal themselves. Measure for Measure, Act ii. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

Thou hast stolen both mine office and my name; The one ne'er got me credit, the other mickle blame. Comedy of Errors, Act iii. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

In vain we call old notions fudge And bend our conscience to our dealing, The Ten Commandments will not budge And stealing will continue stealing. Motto of American Copyright League, 1885.

STORM.

The lowering element Scowls o'er the darkened landscape. Paradise Lost, Bk. II. MILTON.

At first, heard solemn o'er the verge of Heaven, The tempest growls; but as it nearer comes, And rolls its awful burden on the wind, The lightnings flash a larger curve, and more The noise astounds; till overhead a sheet Of livid flame discloses wide, then shuts, And opens wider; shuts and opens still Expansive, wrapping ether in a blaze. Follows the loosened aggravated roar, Enlarging, deepening, mingling, peal on peal, Crushed, horrible, convulsing Heaven and Earth. The Seasons: Summer. J. THOMSON.

From cloud to cloud the rending lightnings rage, Till, in the furious elemental war Dissolved, the whole precipitated mass Unbroken floods and solid torrents pour. The Seasons: Summer. J. THOMSON.

Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your looped and windowed raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these? King Lear, Act iii. Sc. 4. SHAKESPEARE.

Blow wind, swell billow, and swim bark! The storm is up, and all is on the hazard. Julius Cæsar, Act v. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

I have seen tempests, when the scolding winds Have rived the knotty oaks, and I have seen The ambitious ocean swell and rage and foam, To be exalted with the threat'ning clouds. Julius Caesar, Act i. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.

Seas Rough with black winds, and storms Unwonted. Book I. Ode V. HORACE. Trans. of MILTON.

Lightnings, that show the vast and foamy deep, The rending thunders, as they onward roll, The loud, loud winds, that o'er the billows sweep— Shake the firm nerve, appal the bravest soul! Mysteries of Udolpho: The Mariner. MRS. ANN RADCLIFFE.

SUCCESS.

In the lexicon of youth, which fate reserves For a bright manhood, there is no such word As—fail. Richelieu, Act ii. Sc. 2. E. BULWER-LYTTON.

The star of the unconquered will. The Light of Stars. H.W. LONGFELLOW.

'T is not in mortals to command success, But we'll do more, Sempronius; we'll deserve it. Cato, Act i. Sc. 2. J. ADDISON.

And many strokes, though with a little axe, Hew down and fell the hardest-timbered oak. King Henry VI., Pt. III. Act ii. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

Such a nature. Tickled with good success, disdains the shadow Which he treads on at noon. Coriolanus, Act i. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

In my school-days, when I had lost one shaft, I shot his fellow of the self-same flight The self-same way, with more advised watch. To find the other forth; and by adventuring both, I oft found both. Merchant of Venice, Act i. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

Success is counted sweetest By those who ne'er succeed. Success. EMILY DICKINSON.

SUICIDE.

He That kills himself t' avoid misery, fears it, And at the best shows but a bastard valor: This life's a fort committed to my trust, Which I must not yield up, till it be forced; Nor will I: he's not valiant that dares die, But he that boldly bears calamity. The Maid of Honor. P. MASSINGER.

All mankind Is one of these two cowards; Either to wish to die When he should live, or live when he should die. The Blind Lady. SIR E. HOWARD.

Against self-slaughter There is a prohibition so divine That cravens my weak hand. Cymbeline, Act iii. Sc. 4. SHAKESPEARE.

SUN.

That orbèd continent the fire That severs day from night. Twelfth Night, Act v. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

O thou that, with surpassing glory crowned, Look'st from thy sole dominion like the God Of this new world,… O Sun! Paradise Lost, Bk. IV. MILTON.

Fires the proud tops of the eastern pines. King Richard II., Act iii. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

The lessening cloud, The kindling azure, and the mountain's brow, Illumed with fluid gold, his near approach Betoken glad. Lo! now, apparent all Aslant the dew-bright earth, and colored air, He looks in boundless majesty abroad; And sheds the shining day, that burnished plays On rocks, and hills, and towers, and wand'ring streams High gleaming from afar. The Seasons: Summer. J. THOMSON.

The sun had long since in the lap Of Thetis taken out his nap. And, like a lobster boiled, the morn From black to red began to turn. Hudibras, Pt. II. Canto II. DR. S. BUTLER.

"But," quoth his neighbor, "when the sun From East to West his course has run, How comes it that he shows his face Next morning in his former place?" "Ho! there's a pretty question, truly!" Replied our wight, with an unruly Burst of laughter and delight, So much his triumph seemed to please him: "Why, blockhead! he goes back at night, And that's the reason no one sees him!" The Astronomical Alderman. H. SMITH.

Behold him setting in his western skies, The shadows lengthening as the vapors rise. Absalom and Achitophel, Pt. I J.J. DRYDEN.

Now sunk the sun: the closing hour of day Came onward, mantled o'er with sober gray; Nature in silence bid the world repose. The Hermit. T. PARNELL.

Parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new color as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till—'t is gone—and all is gray. Childe Harold, Canto IV. LORD BYRON.

Come watch with me the shaft of fire that glows In yonder West: the fair, frail palaces, The fading Alps and archipelagoes, And great cloud-continents of sunset-seas. Miracles. T.B. ALDRICH.

The setting sun, and music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last. King Richard II., Act ii. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

SUSPICION.

Yet, where an equal poise of hope and fear Does arbitrate the event, my nature is That I incline to hope rather than fear, And gladly banish squint suspicion. Comus. MILTON.

All seems infected that the infected spy, As all looks yellow to the jaundiced eye. Essay on Criticism. A. POPE.

Suspicion, poisoning his brother's cup. Catiline. G. CROLY.

SYMPATHY.

He jests at scars, that never felt a wound. Romeo and Juliet, Act ii. Sc. 1 SHAKESPEARE.

No one is so accursed by fate, No one so utterly desolate. But some heart, though unknown, Responds unto his own. Endymion. H.W. LONGFELLOW.

There is in souls a sympathy with sounds, And as the mind is pitched the ear is pleased With melting airs of martial, brisk, or grave; Some chord in unison with what we hear Is touched within us, and the heart replies. The Task: Winter Walk at Noon. W. COWPER.

Oh! who the exquisite delights can tell, The joy which mutual confidence imparts? Or who can paint the charm unspeakable, Which links in tender hands two faithful hearts? Psyche. MRS. M. TIGHE.

O! ask not, hope thou not too much Of sympathy below: Few are the hearts whence one same touch Bids the same fountain flow. Kindred Hearts. MRS. F.D. HEMANS.

Yet, taught by time, my heart has learned to glow For other's good, and melt at other's woe. Odyssey, Bk. XVIII. HOMER. Trans. of POPE.

TABLE, THE.

Some hae meat and canna eat, And some wad eat that want it: But we hae meat, and we can eat; Sae let the Lord be thankit. Grace before Meat. R. BURNS.

And do as adversaries do in law, Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends. Taming of the Shrew, Act i. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

They are as sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing. Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2 SHAKESPEARE.

He hath eaten me out of house and home. King Henry IV., Pt. II. Act ii. Sc. 1 SHAKESPEARE.

My cake is dough: but I'll in among the rest, Out of hope of all but my share of the feast. Taming of the Shrew, Act v. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

And gazed around them to the left and right With the prophetic eye of appetite. Don Juan, Canto V. LORD BYRON.

Blest be those feasts, with simple plenty crowned, Where all the ruddy family around Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale. The Traveller. O. GOLDSMITH.

They eat, they drink, and in communion sweet Quaff immortality and joy. Paradise Lost, Bk. V. MILTON.

Bone and Skin, two millers thin, Would starve us all, or near it; But be it known to Skin and Bone That Flesh and Blood can't bear it. On Two Monopolists. J. BYROM.

Nothing's more sure at moments to take hold Of the best feelings of mankind, which grow More tender, as we every day behold, Than that all-softening, overpowering knell, The tocsin of the soul—the dinner bell! Don Juan, Canto V. LORD BYRON.

Their various cares in one great point combine The business of their lives, that is—to dine. Love of Fame. DR. E. YOUNG.

Across the walnuts and the wine. The Miller's Daughter. A. TENNYSON.

No, pray thee, let it serve for table-talk; Then, howsoe'er thou speak'st, 'mong other things I shall digest it. Merchant of Venice, Act iii. Sc. 5. SHAKESPEARE.

TASTE.

Some say, compared to Bononcini, That Mynheer Handel's but a ninny; Others aver,—that he to Handel Is scarcely fit to hold a candle: Strange all this difference should be, 'Twixt tweedle-dum and tweedle-dee! On the Feuds between Handel and Bononcini. J. BYROM.

What's one man's poison, signor, Is another's meat or drink. Love's Cure, Act iii. Sc. 2. BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER.

Different minds Incline to different objects: one pursues The vast alone, the wonderful, the wild; Another sighs for harmony, and grace, And gentlest beauty.

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Such and so various are the tastes of men. Pleasures of the Imagination, Bk. III. M. AKENSIDE.

TEAR.

The rose is fairest when 't is budding new, And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears. The rose is sweetest washed with morning dew. And love is loveliest when embalmed in tears. Lady of the Lake, Canto IV. SIR W. SCOTT.

O father, what a hell of witchcraft lies In the small orb of one particular tear! A Lover's Complaint, Stanza XLII. SHAKESPEARE.

Sunshine and rain at once. King Lear, Act iv. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.

The drying up a single tear has more Of honest fame, than shedding seas of gore. Don Juan, Canto VIII. LORD BYRON.

And weep the more, because I weep in vain. On the Death of Mr. West. T. GRAY.

Oh! would I were dead now. Or up in my bed now, To cover my head now And have a good cry! A Table of Errata. T. HOOD.

So bright the tear in Beauty's eye. Love half regrets to kiss it dry. Bride of Abydos. LORD BYRON.

I cannot speak, tears so obstruct my words, And choke me with unutterable joy. Caius Marius. T. OTWAY.

Sorrow preys upon Its solitude and nothing more diverts it From its sad visions of the other world Than calling it at moments back to this. The busy have no time for tears. The Two Foscari, Act iv. LORD BYRON.

TEMPER.

Oh! blessed with temper, whose unclouded ray Can make to-morrow cheerful as to-day. Moral Essays, Epistle II. A. POPE.

From loveless youth to uninspected age, No passion gratified, except her rage, So much the fury still outran the wit, That pleasure missed her, and the scandal hit. Moral Essays, Epistle II. A. POPE.

Good-humor only teaches charms to last, Still makes new conquests and maintains the past. Epistle to Mrs. Blount. A. POPE.

What then remains, but well our power to use, And keep good-humor still whate'er we lose? And trust me, dear, good-humor can prevail, When airs, and flights, and screams, and scolding fail. Rape of the Lock, Canto V. A. POPE.

TEMPTATION.

How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds Makes ill deeds done! King John, Act iv. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

O opportunity, thy guilt is great! 'T is thou that executest the traitor's treason; Thou sett'st the wolf where he the lamb may get; Whoever plots the sin, thou 'point'st the season; 'T is thou that spurn'st at right, at law, at reason. The Rape of Lucrece. SHAKESPEARE.

Sometimes we are devils to ourselves, When we will tempt the frailty of our powers, Presuming on their changeful potency. Troilus and Cressida, Act iv. Sc. 4. SHAKESPEARE.

In part to blame is she. Which hath without consent bin only tride; He comes too neere, that comes to be denide. A Wife. SIR T. OVERBURY.

Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As to be hated needs but to be seen; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace. Essay on Man. Epistle II. A. POPE.

Temptations hurt not, though they have accesse; Satan o'ercomes none but by willingnesse. Hesperides' Temptations. R. HERRICK.

THEOLOGY.

In Adam's fall We sinne'd all. New England Primer.

Hold thou the good: define it well: For fear divine Philosophy Should push beyond her mark, and be Procuress to the Lords of Hell. In Memoriam. A. TENNYSON.

For forms of government let fools contest; Whate'er is best administered is best: For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight; His can't be wrong whose life is in the right. Essay on Man, Epistle III. A. POPE.

His faith, perhaps, in some nice tenets might Be wrong; his life, I'm sure, was in the right. On the Death of Crashaw. A. COWLEY.

Slave to no sect, who takes no private road. But looks through nature up to nature's God.

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And knows where faith, law, morals, all began, All end, in love of God and love of man. Essay on Man, Epistle IV. A. POPE.

THOUGHT.

Thought can wing its way Swifter than lightning-flashes or the beam That hastens on the pinions of the morn. Sonnet. J.G. PERCIVAL.

I and my bosom must debate awhile, And then I would no other company. King Henry V., Act iv. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

He that has light within his own clear breast, May sit i' th' centre and enjoy bright day: But he that hides a dark soul, and foul thoughts, Benighted walks under the midday sun. Comus. MILTON.

So Thought flung forward is the prophecy Of Truth's majestic march, and shows the way Where future time shall lead the proud array Of peace, of power, and love of liberty. SIR J. BOWRING.

There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so. Hamlet, Act ii. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

TIME.

O Time! the beautifier of the dead, Adorner of the ruin, comforter And only healer when the heart hath bled— Time! the corrector where our judgments err, The test of truth, love,—soul philosopher, For all besides are sophists, from thy thrift Which never loses though it doth defer— Time, the avenger! unto thee I lift My hands, and eyes, and heart, and crave of thee a gift. Childe Harold, Canto IV. LORD BYRON.

The more we live, more brief appear Our life's succeeding stages: A day to childhood seems a year, And years like passing ages.

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Heaven gives our years of fading strength Indemnifying fleetness; And those of youth, a seeming length, Proportioned to their sweetness. The River of Life. T. CAMPBELL.

Yet Time, who changes all, had altered him In soul and aspect as in age; years steal Fire from the mind as vigor from the limb: And life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim. Childe Harold, Canto III. LORD BYRON.

Catch! then, O catch, the transient hour; Improve each moment as it flies; Life's a short summer—man a flower. Winter: An Ode. DR. S. JOHNSON.

Come what come may, Time and the hour runs through the roughest day. Macbeth, Act i. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.

And then he drew a dial from his poke, And, looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, "It is ten o'clock: Thus may we see," quoth he, "how the world wags: 'T is but an hour ago since it was nine; And after one hour more 't will be eleven; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe. And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale." As You Like it, Act ii. Sc. 7. SHAKESPEARE.

Seven hours to law, to soothing slumber seven, Ten to the world allot, and all to heaven. Ode in Imitation of Alcaeus. SIR W. JONES.

Nought treads so silent as the foot of Time; Hence we mistake our autumn for our prime. Love of Fame, Satire IV. DR. E. YOUNG.

Not one word more of the consumed time. Let's take the instant by the forward top; For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees The inaudible and noiseless foot of Time Steals ere we can effect them. All's Well that End's Well, Act v. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.

TOBACCO.

Sublime tobacco! which from east to west. Cheers the tar's labor or the Turkman's rest,

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Divine in hookahs, glorious in a pipe. When tipped with amber, mellow, rich and ripe; Like other charmers, wooing the caress More dazzlingly when daring in full dress; Yet thy true lovers more admire by far Thy naked beauties—Give me a cigar! The Island, Canto II. LORD BYRON.

Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learnèd doctors' spite; Thy clouds all other clouds dispel, And lap me in delight. To my Cigar. C. SPRAGUE.

Such often, like the tube they so admire, Important triflers! have more smoke than fire. Pernicious weed! whose scent the fair annoys, Unfriendly to society's chief joys, Thy worst effect is banishing for hours The sex whose presence civilizes ours. Conversation. W. COWPER.

Tobacco's a musician, And in a pipe delighteth; It descends in a close Through the organ of the nose. With a relish that inviteth. Song: Play of Technogamia. B. HOLIDAY.

Some sigh for this and that; My wishes don't go far; The world may wag at will, So I have my cigar. The Cigar. T. HOOD.

The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a sentence at a time enough; The dozing sages drop the drowsy strain, Then pause, and puff—and speak, and pause again. Conversation. W. COWPER.

To him 't was meat and drink and physic, To see the friendly vapor Curl round his midnight taper. And the black fume Clothe all the room, In clouds as dark as science metaphysic. Points of Misery. C.M. WESTMACOTT.

Just where the breath of life his nostrils drew, A charge of snuff the wily virgin threw; The gnomes direct, to every atom just, The pungent grains of titillating dust; Sudden, with starting tears each eye o'erflows, And the high dome re-echoes to his nose. Rape of the Lock, Canto V. A. POPE.

TO-MORROW.

To-morrow yet would reap to-day, As we bear blossoms of the dead; Earn well the thrifty months, nor wed Raw Haste, half-sister to Delay. Love Thou the Land. A. TENNYSON.

In human hearts what bolder thoughts can rise, Than man's presumption on to-morrow's dawn! Where is to-morrow? Night Thoughts, Night I. DR. E. YOUNG.

To-morrow is a satire on to-day, And shows its weakness. The Old Man's Repose. DR. E. YOUNG.

Nothing that is can pause or stay; The moon will wax, the moon will wane, The mist and cloud will turn to rain, The rain to mist and cloud again, To-morrow be to-day. Kéramos. H.W. LONGFELLOW.

To-morrow is, ah, whose? Between Two Worlds. D.M. MULOCK CRAIK.

TREASON.

Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep, And in his simple show he harbors treason. The fox barks not, when he would steal the lamb. King Henry VI., Pt. II. Act iii. Sc. 1 SHAKESPEARE.

Treason is not owned when 't is descried; Successful crimes alone are justified. Medals. J. DRYDEN.

Treason doth never prosper: what's the reason? For if it prosper, none dare call it treason. Epigrams. SIR J. BARRINGTON.

Hast thou betrayed my credulous innocence With vizored falsehood and base forgery? Comus. MILTON.

Oh, for a tongue to curse the slave Whose treason, like a deadly blight, Comes o'er the councils of the brave, And blasts them in their hour of might! Lalla Rookh: The Fire Worshipers. T. MOORE.

To say the truth, so Judas kissed his master. And cried "All hail!" whereas he meant all harm. King Henry VI., Pt. III. Act v. Sc. 7 SHAKESPEARE.