How could I tell I should love thee to-day, Whom that day I held not dear? How could I know I should love thee away When I did not love thee anear? 1121 JEAN INGELOW: Supper at the Mill. Song.

Instruct me now what love will do; 'T will make a tongueless man to woo. Inform me next what love will do; 'T will strangely make a one of two. Teach me besides what love will do; 'T will quickly mar and make ye too. Tell me, now last, what love will do; 'T will hurt and heal a heart pierc'd through. 1122 SIR JOHN SUCKLING: Aph. of Love.

Love is the only good in the world. Henceforth be loved as heart can love, Or brain devise, or hand approve. 1123 ROBERT BROWNING: Flight of the Duchess, Pt. xv.

Mutual love brings mutual delight— Brings beauty, life; for love is life, hate, death. 1124 R.H. DANA: The Dying Raven.

Let those love now, who never loved before, Let those who always loved, now love the more. 1125 PARNELL: Trans. of Pervigilium Veneris.

Love, well thou know'st, no partnership allows: Cupid averse rejects divided vows. 1126 PRIOR: Henry and Emma, Line 590.

And love, life's fine centre, includes heart and mind. 1127 OWEN MEREDITH: Lucile, Pt. ii., Canto i., St. 17.

I hold it true, whate'er befall, I feel it when I sorrow most; 'T is better to have loved and lost, Than never to have loved at all. 1128 TENNYSON: In Memoriam, Pt. xxvii., St. 4.

Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met, or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted. 1129 BURNS: Song, Ae Fond Kiss.

Love in a hut, with water and a crust, Is—Love, forgive us! cinders, ashes, dust. 1130 KEATS: Lamia, Pt. ii., Line 1.

Why did she love him? Curious fool! be still; Is human love the growth of human will? 1131 BYRON: Lara, Canto ii., St. 22.

There is no pleasure like the pain Of being loved, and loving. 1132 PRAED: Legend of the Haunted Tree.

Man's love is of man's life a thing apart, 'T is woman's whole existence. 1133 BYRON: Don Juan, Canto i., St. 194.

In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed; In war, he mounts the warrior's steed; In halls, in gay attire is seen; In hamlets, dances on the green; Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above; For love is heaven and heaven is love. 1134 SCOTT: Lay of the Last Minstrel, Canto iii., St. 2.

True love is at home on a carpet, And mightily likes his ease,— And true love has an eye for a dinner, And starves beneath shady trees. His wing is the fan of a lady, His foot's an invisible thing, And his arrow is tipp'd with a jewel, And shot from a silver string. 1135 WILLIS: Love in a Cottage.

What is love? 't is nature's treasure, 'T is the storehouse of her joys; 'T is the highest heaven of pleasure, 'T is a bliss which never cloys. 1136 THOMAS CHATTERTON: The Revenge, Act i., Sc. 2.

Luxury.

O Luxury! thou curs'd by heaven's decree, How ill-exchang'd are things like these for thee! How do thy potions, with insidious joy, Diffuse their pleasures only to destroy! 1137 GOLDSMITH: Des. Village, Line 395.

Blest hour! it was a luxury—to be! 1138 COLERIDGE: Reflections on Having Left a Place of Retirement.



M.

Madness.

I am not mad;—I would to heaven I were! For then, 't is like I should forget myself; O, if I could,—what grief should I forget! 1139 SHAKS.: King John, Act iii., Sc. 4.

Madness in great ones must not unwatch'd go. 1140 SHAKS.: Hamlet, Act iii., Sc. 1.

And moody madness laughing wild Amid severest woe. 1141 GRAY: On a Distant Prospect of Eton College.

Man.

O, what may man within him hide, Though angel on the outward side! 1142 SHAKS.: M. for M., Act iii., Sc. 2.

He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again. 1143 SHAKS.: Hamlet, Act i., Sc. 2.

His life was gentle; and the elements So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up, And say to all the world, "This was a man!" 1144 SHAKS.: Jul. Caesar, Act v., Sc. 5.

Man is one world, and hath. Another to attend him. 1145 HERBERT: The Temple. Man.

Know then thyself, presume not God to scan, The proper study of mankind is Man. 1146 POPE: Essay on Man, Epis. ii., Line 1.

What tho' on hamely fare we dine, Wear hoddin gray, and a' that? Gie fools their silks and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a' that! 1147 BURNS: For a' That and a' That.

Man is a summer's day; whose youth and fire Cool to a glorious evening, and expire. 1148 HENRY VAUGHAN: Rules and Lessons.

Beyond the poet's sweet dream lives The eternal epic of the man. 1149 WHITTIER: The Grave by the Lake, St. 34.

What is man? A foolish baby; Vainly strives, and fights, and frets: Demanding all, deserving nothing, One small grave is all he gets. 1150 CARLYLE: Cui Bono.

Manners.

Fit for the mountains and the barb'rous caves, Where manners ne'er were preach'd. 1151 SHAKS.: Tw. Night, Act iv., Sc. 1.

Manners with fortunes, humors turn with climes, Tenets with books, and principles with times. 1152 POPE: Moral Essays, Epis. i., Line 172.

Marble.

And sleep in dull cold marble. 1153 SHAKS.: Henry VIII., Act iii., Sc. 2.

All your better deeds Shall be in water writ, but this in marble. 1154 BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: Philaster, Act v., Sc. 3.

March.

The stormy March is come at last, With wind, and clouds, and changing skies; I hear the rushing of the blast, That through the snowy valleys flies. 1155 WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: March.

Ah, March! we know thou art Kind-hearted, spite of ugly looks and threats, And, out of sight, art nursing April's violets! 1156 HELEN HUNT: March.

Marriage.

The ancient saying is no heresy;— Hanging and wiving goes by destiny. 1157 SHAKS.: M. of Venice, Act ii, Sc. 9.

Marriage is a matter of more worth Than to be dealt in by attorneyship. 1158 SHAKS.: 1 Henry VI., Act v., Sc. 5.

The joys of marriage are the heaven on earth, Life's paradise, great princess, the soul's quiet, Sinews of concord, earthly immortality, Eternity of pleasures. 1159 FORD: Broken Heart, Act ii., Sc. 2.

Hail, wedded love! mysterious law, true source Of human offspring. 1160 MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. iv., Line 750.

Marriage is the life-long miracle, The self-begetting wonder, daily fresh. 1161 CHARLES KINGSLEY: Saint's Tragedy, Act ii., Sc. 9.

Martyrs.

Life has its martyrs, as brave, as strong, and as faithful, E'en as the martyrs of death. 1162 H.H. BOYESEN: Calpurnia, Pt. iv.

A pale martyr in his shirt of fire. 1163 ALEXANDER SMITH: A Life Drama, Sc. 2.

Masters.

We cannot all be masters, nor all masters Cannot be truly followed. 1161 SHAKS.: Othello, Act i., Sc. 1.

Men at some time are masters of their fates: The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings. 1165 SHAKS.: Jul. Caesar, Act i., Sc. 2.

Matter.

When Bishop Berkeley said "there was no matter," And proved it,—'t was no matter what he said. 1166 BYRON: Don Juan, Canto xi., St. 1.

May.

The voice of one who goes before, to make The paths of June more beautiful, is thine, Sweet May! 1167 HELEN HUNT: May.

The new-born May, As cradled yet in April's lap she lay. Born in yon blaze of orient sky, Sweet May! thy radiant form unfold, Unclose thy blue voluptuous eye, And wave thy shadowy locks of gold. 1168 ERASMUS DARWIN: L. of the Plants, Canto ii., Line 307.

Now the bright morning-star, Day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who, from her green lap, throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. 1169 MILTON: Song on May Morning.

Meeting.

It gives me wonder, great as my content, To see you here before me. 1170 SHAKS.: Othello, Act ii., Sc. 1.

Each hour until we meet is as a bird That wings from far his gradual way along The rustling covert of my soul,—his song Still loudlier trilled through leaves more deeply stirr'd: But at the hour of meeting, a clear word Is every note he sings, in Love's own tongue. 1171 DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI: Winged Hours, Sonnet xv.

Melancholy.

There 's such a charm in melancholy. 1172 ROGERS: To ——.

These pleasures, Melancholy, give; And I with thee will choose to live. 1173 MILTON: Il Penseroso, Line 175.

Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth, And Melancholy mark'd him for her own. 1174 GRAY: Elegy, The Epitaph.

Melodies.

And feeling hearts, touch them but rightly, pour A thousand melodies unheard before! 1175 ROGERS: Human Life.

Memory.

Remember thee? Yea, from the table of my memory I 'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there. 1176 SHAKS.: Hamlet, Act i., Sc. 5

The eyes of memory will not sleep, Its ears are open still, And vigils with the past they keep Against my feeble will. 1177 WHITTIER: Knight of St. John.

Tho' lost to sight, to mem'ry dear Thou ever wilt remain. 1178 GEORGE LINLEY: Song.

Men.

Men are but children of a larger growth. 1179 DRYDEN: All for Love, Act iv., Sc. 1.

Mercy.

The quality of mercy is not strain'd; It droppeth, as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath: it is twice bless'd; It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes: 'T is mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown. 1180 SHAKS.: M. of Venice, Act iv., Sc. 1.

Who will not mercie unto others show, How can he mercy ever hope to have? 1181 SPENSER: Faerie Queene, Bk. v., Canto ii., St. 42.

Merit.

Be thou the first true merit to befriend; His praise is lost, who stays till all commend. 1182 POPE: E. on Criticism, Pt. ii., Line 274.

Midnight.

The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve:— Lovers to bed; 'tis almost fairy time. 1183 SHAKS.: Mid. N. Dream, Act v., Sc. 1.

Midnight brought on the dusky hour Friendliest to sleep and silence. 1184 MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. v., Line 667.

'T is midnight now. The bent and broken moon, Batter'd and black, as from a thousand battles, Hangs silent on the purple walls of heaven. 1185 JOAQUIN MILLER: Ina, Sc. 2.

Milton.

That mighty orb of song, The divine Milton. 1186 WORDSWORTH: Excursion, Bk. i.

Mind.

The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n. 1187 MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. i., Line 254.

Measure your mind's height by the shade it casts. 1188 ROBERT BROWNING: Paracelsus, Sc. 3.

Though man a thinking being is defined, Few use the grand prerogative of mind. 1189 JANE TAYLOR: Essays in Rhyme, Essay i., St. 45.

My mind to me a kingdom is; Such present joys therein I find, That it excels all other bliss That earth affords or grows by kind. 1190 EDWARD DYER: Ms. Rawl., 85, p. 17.

Mirth.

More merry tears The passion of loud laughter never shed. 1191 SHAKS.: Mid. N. Dream, Act v., Sc. 1.

Come, thou Goddess fair and free, In heav'n yclept Euphrosyne, And by men, heart-easing Mirth. 1192 MILTON: L'Allegro, Line 11.

As Tammie glow'red, amazed and curious, The mirth and fun grew fast and furious. 1193 BURNS: Tam o' Shanter.

Mischief.

O, mischief! thou art swift To enter in the thoughts of desperate men! 1194 SHAKS.: Rom. and Jul., Act v., Sc. 1.

When to mischief mortals bend their will, How soon they find fit instruments of ill! 1195 POPE: R. of the Lock, Canto iii., St. 125.

Misery.

Sharp misery had worn him to the bones. 1196 SHAKS.: Rom. and Jul., Act v., Sc. 1.

Heaven hears and pities hapless men like me, For sacred ev'n to gods is misery. 1197 POPE: Odyssey, Bk. v., Line 572.

Misfortune.

One woe doth tread upon another's heel, So fast they follow. 1198 SHAKS.: Hamlet, Act iv., Sc. 7.

As if Misfortune made the throne her seat, And none could be unhappy but the great. 1199 NICHOLAS ROWE: Fair Penitent. Prologue.

Mobs.

You have many enemies that know not Why they are so, but, like to village curs, Bark when their fellows do. 1200 SHAKS.: Henry VIII., Act ii., Sc. 4.

The rabble all alive, From tippling benches, cellars, stalls, and sties, Swarm in the streets. 1201 COWPER: Task, Bk. vi., Line 704.

Mockery.

Hence, horrible shadow! Unreal mockery, hence! 1202 SHAKS.: Macbeth, Act iii., Sc. 4.

Modesty.

Her looks do argue her replete with modesty. 1203 SHAKS.: 3 Henry VI., Act iii., Sc. 2.

Such an act That blurs the grace and blush of modesty. 1204 SHAKS.: Hamlet, Act iii., Sc. 4.

Monarchs.

A morsel for a monarch. 1205 SHAKS.: Ant. and Cleo., Act i., Sc. 5.

A lucky chance, that oft decides the fate Of mighty monarchs. 1206 THOMSON: Seasons, Summer, Line 1285.

Money.

This yellow slave Will knit and break religions; bless the accurs'd; Make the hoar leprosy ador'd; place thieves, And give them title, knee, and approbation, With senators on the bench. 1207 SHAKS.: Timon of A., Act iv., Sc. 3.

He had rolled in money like pigs in mud. 1208 Hood: Miss Kilmansegg.

'T is true we've money, th' only power That all mankind falls down before. 1209 BUTLER: Hudibras, Pt. iii., Canto ii., Line 1327.

Get money; still get money, boy, No matter by what means. 1210 BEN JONSON: Every Man in His Humour, Act ii., Sc. 3.

Months.

Thirty days hath September, April, June, and November, All the rest have thirty-one, Excepting February alone: Which hath but twenty-eight, in fine, Till leap year gives it twenty-nine. 1211 Common in the New England States.

Monuments.

Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme. 1212 SHAKS.: Sonnet 55.

Mood.

Anon they move In perfect phalanx, to the Dorian mood Of flutes and soft recorders. 1213 MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. i. Line 549.

Fantastic as a woman's mood, And fierce as Frenzy's fever'd blood. 1214 SCOTT: Lady of the Lake, Canto v., St. 30.

Moon.

Now glow'd the firmament With living sapphires; Hesperus, that led The starry host, rode brightest, till the Moon, Rising in clouded majesty, at length, Apparent queen, unveil'd her peerless light, And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw. 1215 MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. iv., Line 604.

How like a queen comes forth the lonely Moon From the slow opening curtains of the clouds; Walking in beauty to her midnight throne! 1216 GEORGE CROLY: Diana.

The moon had climb'd the highest hill Which rises o'er the source of Dee, And from the eastern summit shed Her silver light on tower and tree. 1217 JOHN LOWE: Mary's Dream.

Morality.

Religion blushing, veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires. 1218 POPE: Dunciad, Bk. iv., Line 649.

Morning.

See how the morning opes her golden gates, And takes her farewell of the glorious sun! How well resembles it the prime of youth, Trimm'd like a younker, prancing to his love. 1219 SHAKS.: 3 Henry VI., Act ii., Sc. 1.

Sweet is the breath of Morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds. 1220 MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. iv., Line 641.

Night wanes—the vapors round the mountains curl'd Melt into morn, and light awakes the world. 1221 BYRON: Lara, Canto ii., St. 1.

The moon is carried off in purple fire: Day breaks at last. 1222 ROBERT BROWNING: Return of the Druses, Act i.

Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high. 1223 WATTS: Psalm v.

Mortality.

All, that in this world is great or gay, Doth, as a vapor, vanish and decay. 1224 SPENSER: Ruins of Time, Line 55.

We cannot hold mortality's strong hand. 1225 SHAKS.: King John, Act iv., Sc. 2.

Mother.

A woman's love Is mighty, but a mother's heart is weak, And by its weakness overcomes. 1226 JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: Legend of Brittany, Pt. ii., St. 43.

A mother is a mother still, The holiest thing alive. 1227 COLERIDGE: The Three Graves.

Mountains.

I know a mount, the gracious Sun perceives First when he visits, last, too, when he leaves The world; and, vainly favored, it repays The day-long glory of his steadfast gaze By no change of its large calm front of snow. 1228 ROBERT BROWNING: Rudel To The Lady of Tripoli.

And to me High mountains are a feeling, but the hum Of human cities torture. 1229 BYRON: Ch. Harold, Canto iii., St. 72.

Mounting.

I mount and mount toward the sky, The eagle's heart is mine, I ride to put the clouds a-by Where silver lakelets shine. The roaring streams wax white with snow, The eagle's nest draws near, The blue sky widens, hid peaks glow, The air is frosty clear. And so from cliff to cliff I rise, The eagle's heart is mine; Above me ever broadning skies, Below the rivers shine. 1230 HAMLIN GARLAND: Mounting.

Mourning.

We must all die! All leave ourselves, it matters not where, when, Nor how, so we die well: and can that man that does so Need lamentation for him? 1231 BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: Valentinian, Act iv., Sc. 4.

Ah, surely nothing dies but something mourns. 1232 BYRON: Don Juan, Canto iii., St. 108.

Murder.

Murder most foul, as in the best it is; But this most foul, strange, and unnatural. 1233 SHAKS.: Hamlet, Act i., Sc. 5.

Murder may pass unpunish'd for a time, But tardy justice will o'ertake the crime. 1234 DRYDEN: Cock and Fox, Line 285.

Music.

The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus: Let no such man be trusted. 1235 SHAKS.: M. of Venice, Act v., Sc. 1.

Music's golden tongue Flatter'd to tears this aged man and poor. 1236 KEATS: Eve of St. Agnes, St. 3.

Music has charms to soothe the savage breast, To soften rocks, or bend the knotted oak; I've read that things inanimate have mov'd, And, as with living souls, have been inform'd, By magic numbers and persuasive sound. 1237 CONGREVE: Mourning Bride, Act i., Sc. 1.

Music the fiercest grief can charm, And fate's severest rage disarm. Music can soften pain to ease, And make despair and madness please; Our joys below it can improve, And antedate the bliss above. 1238 POPE: Ode on St. Cecilia's Day, St. 7.

When Music, heavenly maid, was young, While yet in early Greece she sung, The Passions oft, to hear her shell, Throng'd around her magic cell, Exulting, trembling, raging, fainting, Possest beyond the Muse's painting. 1239 COLLINS: The Passions, Line 1.

The soul of music slumbers in the shell, Till wak'd and kindled by the master's spell, And feeling hearts—touch them but rightly—pour A thousand melodies unheard before. 1240 ROGERS: Human Life, Line 362.

A few can touch the magic string, And noisy Fame is proud to win them; Alas for those that never sing, But die with all their music in them! 1241 OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: The Voiceless.



N.

Name.

What's in a name? That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet. 1242 SHAKS.: Rom. and Jul., Act ii., Sc. 2.

Who hath not owned, with rapture-smitten frame, The power of grace, the magic of a name? 1243 CAMPBELL: Pl. of Hope, Pt. ii., Line 5.

Nature.

Nature ever yields reward To him who seeks, and loves her best. 1244 BARRY CORNWALL: Above and Below.

O Nature, how fair is thy face, And how light is thy heart, and how friendless thy grace! 1245 OWEN MEREDITH: Lucile, Pt. i., Canto v., St. 28.

To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware. 1246 WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: Thanatopsis.

News—Newspapers.

The first bringer of unwelcome news Hath but a losing office; and his tongue Sounds ever after as a sullen bell, Remember'd knolling a departing friend. 1247 SHAKS.: 2 Henry IV., Act i., Sc. 1.

Evil news rides post, while good news baits. 1248 MILTON: Samson Agonistes, Line 1538.

Turn to the press—its teeming sheets survey, Big with the wonders of each passing day; Births, deaths, and weddings, forgeries, fires, and wrecks, Harangues and hailstones, brawls and broken necks. 1249 SPRAGUE: Curiosity.

Newton.

Nature and Nature's laws lay hid in night: God said, "Let Newton be!" and all was light. 1250 POPE: Epitaph intended for Sir Isaac Newton.

Newton (that proverb of the mind), alas! Declared, with all his grand discoveries recent, That he himself felt only "like a youth Picking up shells by the great ocean—Truth." 1251 BYRON: Don Juan, Canto vii., St. 5.

New Year.

The wave is breaking on the shore,— The echo fading from the chime— Again the shadow moveth o'er The dial-plate of time! 1252 WHITTIER: The New Year.

Niagara.

Flow on for ever in thy glorious robe Of terror and of beauty; ... God hath set His rainbow on thy forehead; and the cloud Mantles around thy feet. 1253 MRS. SIGOURNEY: Niagara.

Night.

Dark night, that from the eye his function takes, The ear more quick of apprehension makes. 1254 SHAKS.: Mid. N. Dream, Act iii., Sc. 2.

Now began Night with her sullen wing to double-shade The desert; fowls in their clay nests were couch'd, And now wild beasts came forth, the woods to roam. 1255 MILTON: Par. Regained, Bk. i., Line 409.

Awful Night! Ancestral mystery of mysteries. 1256 GEORGE ELIOT: Spanish Gypsy, Bk. iv.

Night, night it is, night upon the palms. Night, night it is, the land wind has blown. Starry, starry night, over deep and height; Love, love in the valley, love all alone. 1257 ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON: The Feast of Famine.

Night is the time to weep, To wet with unseen tears Those graves of memory where sleep The joys of other years. 1258 JAMES MONTGOMERY: The Issues of Life and Death.

Nightingale.

The nightingale, if she should sing by day, When every goose is cackling, would be thought No better a musician than the wren. How many things by season season'd are To their right praise, and true perfection! 1259 SHAKS.: M. of Venice, Act v., Sc. 1.

O Nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still, Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart dost fill. 1260 MILTON: Sonnet 1.

Nobility.

Noble by birth, yet nobler by great deeds. 1261 LONGFELLOW: Tales of a Wayside Inn. Emma and Eginhard.

For he who is honest is noble, Whatever his fortunes or birth. 1262 ALICE CARY: Nobility.

North.

Ask where's the north? at York, 't is on the Tweed; In Scotland, at the Orcades; and there, At Greenland, Zembla, or the Lord knows where. 1263 POPE: Essay on Man, Epis. ii., Line 222.

November.

Next was November; he full gross and fat As fed with lard, and that right well might seem; For he had been a-fatting hogs of late, That yet his brows with sweat did reek and steam. 1264 SPENSER: Faerie Queene, Bk. vii., Canto vii., St. 40.

In rattling showers dark November's rain, From every stormy cloud, descends amain. 1265 RUSKIN: The Months.

Numbers.

As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came. 1266 POPE: Prologue to the Satires, Line 127.



O.

Oak.

Those green-robed senators of mighty woods, Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars, Dream, and so dream all night without a stir. 1267 KEATS: Hyperion, Bk. i.

A song to the oak, the brave old oak, Who hath ruled in the greenwood long! 1268 HENRY F. CHORLEY: The Brave Old Oak.

Oars.

The oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes. 1269 SHAKS.: Ant. and Cleo., Act ii., Sc. 2.

Oaths.

'T is not the many oaths that make the truth; But the plain single vow, that is vow'd true. 1270 SHAKS.: All 's Well, Act iv., Sc. 2.

Oaths were not purpos'd, more than law, To keep the good and just in awe, But to confine the bad and sinful, Like moral cattle, in a pinfold. 1271 BUTLER: Hudibras, Pt. ii., Canto ii., Line 197.

Obedience.

Let them obey that know not how to rule. 1272 SHAKS.: 2 Henry VI., Act v., Sc. 1.

Obedience is the Christian's crown. 1273 SCHILLER: Fight with the Dragon, St. 24.

Observation.

For he is but a bastard to the time That doth not smack of observation. 1274 SHAKS.: King John, Act i., Sc. 1.

Ocean.

Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean—roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin—his control Stops with the shore;—upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown. 1275 BYRON: Ch. Harold, Canto iv., St. 179.

One height Showed him the ocean, stretched in liquid light, And he could hear its multitudinous roar, Its plunge and hiss upon the pebbled shore. 1276 GEORGE ELIOT: Legend of Jubal, Line 506.

October.

The sweet calm sunshine of October, now Warms the low spot; upon its grassy mould The purple oak-leaf falls; the birchen bough Drops its bright spoil like arrow-heads of gold. 1277 WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: October, 1866.

October's foliage yellows with his cold. 1278 RUSKIN: The Months.

Offence.

In such a time as this, it is not meet That every nice offence should bear his comment. 1279 SHAKS.: Jul. Caesar, Act iv., Sc. 3.

And love the offender, yet detest the offence. 1280 POPE: Eloisa to A., Line 192.

Old Age.

Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty; For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility: Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly. 1281 SHAKS.: As You Like It, Act ii., Sc. 3.

When he is forsaken, Withered and shaken, What can an old man do but die? 1282 HOOD: Ballad.

Opinion.

Opinion's but a fool, that makes us scan The outward habit by the inward man. 1283 SHAKS.: Pericles, Act ii., Sc. 2.

He that complies against his will Is of his own opinion still. 1284 BUTLER: Hudibras, Pt. iii., Canto iii., Line 547.

Opportunity.

O Opportunity! thy guilt is great: 'T is thou that execut'st 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. 1285 SHAKS.: R. of Lucrece, Line 876.

Oracle.

I am Sir Oracle, And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark! 1286 SHAKS.: M. of Venice, Act i., Sc. 1.

Oratory.

Thence to the famous orators repair, Those ancient, whose resistless eloquence Wielded at will that fierce democracy, Shook the Arsenal, and fulmined over Greece, To Macedon, and Artaxerxes' throne. 1287 MILTON: Par. Regained, Bk. iv., Line 267.

Order.

Order is heav'n's first law; and this confest, Some are, and must be, greater than the rest, More rich, more wise; but who infers from hence That such are happier, shocks all common sense. 1288 POPE: Essay on Man, Epis. iv., Line 49.

Ornament.

Thus ornament is but the guiled shore To a most dangerous sea. 1289 SHAKS.: M. of Venice, Act iii., Sc. 2.

Owl.

It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman, Which gives the stern'st good-night. 1290 SHAKS.: Macbeth, Act ii., Sc. 2.



P.

Pain.

Pain pays the income of each precious thing. 1291 SHAKS.: R. of Lucrece, Line 334.

Pain is no longer pain when it is past. 1292 MARGARET J. PRESTON: Sonnet. Nature's Lesson.

The sad mechanic exercise Like dull narcotics numbing pain. 1293 TENNYSON: In Memoriam, Prologue, v., St. 2.

Painter.

With hue like that when some great painter dips His pencil in the gloom of earthquake and eclipse. 1294 SHELLEY: Revolt of Islam, Canto v., St. 23.

Palm.

No hammers fell, no ponderous axes rung; Like some tall palm the mystic fabric sprung. 1295 HEBER: Palestine.

Pan.

And they heard the words it said,— "Pan is dead! great Pan is dead! Pan, Pan is dead!" 1296 MRS. BROWNING: The Dead Pan.

Pang.

And even the pang preceding death Bids expectation rise. 1297 GOLDSMITH: The Captivity, Act ii.

Paradise.

'T is sweet, as year by year we lose Friends out of sight, in faith to muse How grows in Paradise our store. 1298 KEBLE: Burial of the Dead.

Pardon.

Forgiveness to the injured does belong; But they ne'er pardon who have done the wrong. 1299 DRYDEN: Conquest of Granada, Pt. ii., Act i., Sc. 2.

Parents.

Great families of yesterday we show, And lords, whose parents were the Lord knows who. 1300 DEFOE: True-Born Englishman, Pt. i., Line 1.

Parting.

What! gone without a word? Ay, so true love should do: it cannot speak; For truth hath better deeds, than words, to grace it. 1301 SHAKS.: Two Gent. of V., Act ii., Sc. 2.

They who go Feel not the pain of parting; it is they Who stay behind that suffer. 1302 LONGFELLOW: Michael Angelo, Pt. I., i.

Such partings break the heart they fondly hope to heal. 1303 BYRON: Ch. Harold, Canto i., St. 10.

Passion.

Fountain heads and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves. 1304 JOHN FLETCHER: The Nice Valour, Act iii., Sc. 3.

Passions are likened best to floods and streams: The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb. 1305 SIR WALTER RALEIGH: Silent Lover.

Past, The.

Over the trackless past, somewhere, Lie the lost days of our tropic youth, Only regained by faith and prayer, Only recalled by prayer and plaint: Each lost day has its patron saint. 1306 BRET HARTE: The Lost Galleon, Last St.

Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll! Leave thy low-vaulted past! 1307 OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: Chambered Nautilus.

Patience.

How poor are they, that have not patience! What wound did ever heal, but by degrees? 1308 SHAKS.: Othello, Act ii., Sc. 3.

Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubim. 1309 SHAKS.: Othello, Act iv., Sc. 2.

Patience is more oft the exercise Of saints, the trial of their fortitude, Making them each his own deliverer, And victor over all That tyranny or fortune can inflict. 1310 MILTON: Samson Agonistes, Line 1287.

Patience is a plant That grows not in all gardens. 1311 LONGFELLOW: Michael Angelo, Pt. ii., 4.

There are times when patience proves at fault. 1312 ROBERT BROWNING: Paracelsus, Sc. 3.

Patriotism.

Strike—for your altars and your fires; Strike—for the green graves of your sires; God, and your native land! 1313 FITZ-GREENE HALLECK: Marco Bozzaris.

One flag, one land, one heart, one hand, One Nation evermore! 1314 OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: Voyage of the Good Ship Union.

My country, 't is of thee, Sweet land of liberty,— Of thee I sing: Land where my fathers died, Land of the pilgrims' pride, From every mountain side Let freedom ring. 1315 SAMUEL F. SMITH: National Hymn.

Sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O Union, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate! 1316 LONGFELLOW: Building of the Ship.

Peace.

A peace is of the nature of a conquest; For then both parties nobly are subdued, And neither party loser. 1317 SHAKS.: 2 Henry IV., Act iv., Sc. 2.

I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to see my shadow in the sun. 1318 SHAKS.: Richard III., Act i., Sc. 1.

Why prate of peace? when, warriors all, We clank in harness into hall, And ever bare upon the board Lies the necessary sword. 1319 ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON: The Woodman.

Peace hath her victories, No less renowned than war. 1320 MILTON: Sonnet xvi.

Peace was on the earth and in the air. 1321 WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: The Ages, St. 30.

Pearls.

Go boldly forth, my simple lay, Whose accents flow with artless ease, Like orient pearls at random strung. 1322 SIR WILLIAM JONES: A Persian Song of Hafiz.

Pen.

Beneath the rule of men entirely great, The pen is mightier than the sword. 1323 BULWER-LYTTON: Richelieu, Act ii., Sc. 2.

This dull product of a scoffer's pen. 1324 WORDSWORTH: Excursion, Bk. ii.

People.

And what the people but a herd confus'd, A miscellaneous rabble, who extol Things vulgar, and, well weigh'd, scarce worth the praise? 1325 MILTON: Par. Regained, Bk. iii., Line 49.

Perfection.

One fairer than my love! the all-seeing sun Ne'er saw her match, since first the world begun. 1326 SHAKS.: Rom. and Jul., Act i., Sc. 2.

Perjury.

At lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs. 1327 SHAKS.: Rom. and Jul., Act ii., Sc. 2.

Perseverance.

Perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honor bright. To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery. 1328 SHAKS.: Troil. and Cress., Act iii., Sc. 3.

Persuasion.

He from whose lips divine persuasion flows. 1329 POPE: Iliad, Bk. vii., Line 143.

Petitions.

Petition me no petitions, sir, to-day; Let other hours be set apart for business. 1330 FIELDING: Tom Thumb the Great, Act i., Sc. 2.

Philosophy.

How charming is divine Philosophy! Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose, But musical as is Apollo's lute, And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets, Where no crude surfeit reigns. 1331 MILTON: Comus, Line 476.

Physic.

Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of it. 1332 SHAKS.: Macbeth, Act v., Sc. 3.

Take physic, pomp; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel. 1333 SHAKS.: King Lear, Act iii., Sc. 4.

Piety.

Why should not piety be made, As well as equity, a trade, And men get money by devotion, As well as making of a motion? 1334 BUTLER: Misc. Thoughts, Line 295.

Pilot.

Oh pilot, 'tis a fearful night! There's danger on the deep. 1335 THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY: The Pilot.

Pines.

Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines. 1336 COLERIDGE: Hymn in the Vale of Chamouni.

Pipe.

Divine in hookas, glorious in a pipe When tipp'd with amber, mellow, rich, and ripe. 1337 BYRON: The Island, Canto ii., St. 19.

Pity.

Pity is the virtue of the law, And none but tyrants use it cruelly. 1338 SHAKS.: Timon of A., Act iii., Sc. 5.

Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began. 1339 GOLDSMITH: Des. Village, Line 161.

Place.

The fittest place where man can die Is where he dies for man! 1340 MICHAEL J. BARRY: The Dublin Nation, Sept. 28, 1844.

Play.

The play 's the thing Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king. 1341 SHAKS.: Hamlet, Act ii., Sc. 2.

Pleasure.

Pleasure, and revenge, Have ears more deaf than adders, to the voice Of any true decision. 1342 SHAKS.: Troil. and Cress., Act ii., Sc. 2.

But not e'en pleasure to excess is good: What most elates, then sinks the soul as low. 1343 THOMSON: Castle of Indolence, Canto i., St. 63.

Pleasure must succeed to pleasure, else past pleasure turns to pain. 1344 ROBERT BROWNING: La Saisiaz, Line 170.

But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, its bloom is shed. 1345 BURNS: Tam o' Shanter.

Softly sweet, in Lydian measures, Soon he sooth'd his soul to pleasures. 1346 DRYDEN: Alex. Feast, Line 97.

Poetry—Poets.

It is not poetry that makes men poor; For few do write that were not so before. 1347 BUTLER: Misc. Thoughts, Line 441.

A verse may find him who a sermon flies, And turn delight into a sacrifice. 1348 HERBERT: Temple, Church Porch, St. 1.

Poets are all who love, who feel great truths, And tell them; and the truth of truths is love. 1349 BAILEY: Festus, Sc. Another and a Better World.

The poor poet Worships without reward, nor hopes to find A heaven save in his worship. 1350 GEORGE ELIOT: Spanish Gypsy, Bk. i.

God is the PERFECT POET, Who in creation acts his own conceptions. 1351 ROBERT BROWNING: Paracelsus, Sc. 2.

Sweet are the pleasures that to verse belong, And doubly sweet a brotherhood in song. 1352 KEATS: Epis. to George Felton Mathews.

Blessings be with them, and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves and nobler cares.— The poets who on earth have made us heirs Of truth and pure delight, by heavenly lays. 1353 WORDSWORTH: Personal Talk.

Pole.

True as the needle to the pole, Or as the dial to the sun. 1354 BARTON BOOTH: Song.

Pomp.

Give lettered pomp to teeth of Time, So "Bonnie Doon" but tarry; Blot out the epic's stately rhyme, But spare his "Highland Mary"! 1355 WHITTIER: Lines on Burns

Poppies.

As full-blown poppies, overcharg'd with rain, Decline the head, and drooping kiss the plain,— So sinks the youth. 1356 POPE: Iliad, Bk. viii., Line 371.

Popularity.

O, he sits high in all the people's hearts: And that, which would appear offence in us, His countenance, like richest alchymy, Will change to virtue and to worthiness. 1357 SHAKS.: Jul. Caesar, Act i., Sc. 3.

Bareheaded, popularly low he bow'd, And paid the salutations of the crowd. 1358 DRYDEN: Palamon and Arcite, Bk. iii., Line 689.

Possession.

What we have we prize not to the worth, Whiles we enjoy it; but being lacked and lost, Why then we rack the value, then we find The virtue that possession would not show us Whiles it was ours. 1359 SHAKS.: Much Ado, Act iv., Sc. 1.

Possession means to sit astride of the world, Instead of having it astride of you. 1360 CHARLES KINGSLEY: Saint's Tragedy, Act i., Sc. 2.

Poverty.

My poverty, but not my will, consents. 1361 SHAKS.: Rom. and Jul., Act v., Sc. 1.

If we from wealth to poverty descend, Want gives to know the flatterer from the friend. 1362 DRYDEN: Wife of Bath, Line 485.

Most wretched men Are cradled into poetry by wrong. They learn in suffering what they teach in song. 1363 SHELLEY: Julian and Maddalo.

In ev'ry sorrowing soul I pour'd delight, And poverty stood smiling in my sight. 1364 POPE: Odyssey, Bk. xvii., Line 505.

Power.

What can power give more than food and drink, To live at ease, and not be bound to think? 1365 DRYDEN: Medal, Line 235.

The good old rule Sufficeth them, the simple plan, That they should take who have the power, And they should keep who can. 1366 WORDSWORTH: Rob Roy's Grave.

Prairie.

Far in the East like low-hung clouds The waving woodlands lie; Far in the West the glowing plain Melts warmly in the sky. No accent wounds the reverent air,— No footprint dints the sod,— Low in the light the prairie lies Rapt in a dream of God. 1367 JOHN HAY: The Prairie.

Praise.

Praising what is lost, Makes the remembrance dear. 1368 SHAKS.: All 's Well, Act v., Sc. 3.

Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering teach the rest to sneer. 1369 POPE: Prologue to the Satires, Line 201.

Prayer.

Let never day nor night unhallowed pass, But still remember what the Lord hath done. 1370 SHAKS.: 2 Henry VI., Act ii., Sc. 1.

If by prayer Incessant I could hope to change the will Of him who all things can, I would not cease To weary him with my assiduous cries; But prayer against his absolute decree No more avails than breath against the wind Blown stifling back on him that breathes it forth: Therefore to his great bidding I submit. 1371 MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. xi., Line 307.

He prayeth best who loveth best All things both great and small; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all. 1372 COLERIDGE: Ancient Mariner, Pt. vii.

God answers sharp and sudden on some prayers, And thrusts the thing we have prayed for in our face, A gauntlet with a gift in 't. 1373 MRS. BROWNING: Aurora Leigh, Bk. ii.

More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. 1374 TENNYSON: Morte d'Arthur, Line 247.

Preaching.

I preached as never sure to preach again, And as a dying man to dying men. 1375 RICHARD BAXTER: Love Breathing Thanks and Praise.

Present.

The Present, the Present is all thou hast For thy sure possessing; Like the patriarch's angel hold it fast Till it gives its blessing. 1376 WHITTIER: My Soul and I, St. 34.

Press.

Here shall the Press the People's right maintain, Unaw'd by influence and unbrib'd by gain. 1377 JOSEPH STORY: Motto of the "Salem Register."

Pride.

Pride hath no other glass To show itself, but pride; for supple knees Feed arrogance, and are the proud man's fees. 1378 SHAKS.: Troil. and Cress., Act iii., Sc. 3.

And the Devil did grin, for his darling sin Is pride that apes humility. 1379 COLERIDGE: The Devil's Thoughts.

Priest.

No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell. 1380 MILTON: Hymn on Christ's Nativity, Line 173.

Primrose.

A primrose by a river's brim A yellow primrose was to him, And it was nothing more. 1381 WORDSWORTH: Peter Bell, Pt. i., St. 12.

Printing.

Blest be the gracious Power, who taught mankind To stamp a lasting image of the mind! 1382 CRABBE: The Library, Line 69.

Some said, "John, print it"; others said, "Not so." Some said, "It might do good"; others said, "No." 1383 BUNYAN: Pilgrim's Progress, Apology for his Book.

Prison.

Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet, take That for an hermitage. 1384 LOVELACE: To Althea, from Prison, iv.

Procrastination.

Procrastination is the thief of time: Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene. 1385 YOUNG: Night Thoughts, Night i., Line 393.

Prodigies.

When these prodigies Do so conjointly meet, let not men say "These are their reasons,—They are natural;" For, I believe, they are portentous things Unto the climate that they point upon. 1386 SHAKS.: Jul. Caesar, Act i., Sc. 3.

Progress.

Yet I doubt not thro' the ages one increasing purpose runs, And the thoughts of men are widen'd with the process of the suns. 1387 TENNYSON: Locksley Hall, St. 69.

Promise.

And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd, That palter with us in a double sense: That keep the word of promise to our ear And break it to our hope. 1388 SHAKS.: Macbeth, Act v., Sc. 8.

Proof.

Give me the ocular proof; * * * * * Make me to see 't; or, at the least, so prove it, That the probation bear no hinge, nor loop, To hang a doubt on. 1389 SHAKS.: Othello, Act iii., Sc. 3.

Prophecy.

Coming events cast their shadows before. 1390 CAMPBELL: Lochiel's Warning.

Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life, The evening beam that smiles the cloud away, And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray! 1391 BYRON: Bride of Ab., Canto ii., St. 20.

Prose.

And he whose fustian's so sublimely bad, It is not poetry, but prose run mad. 1392 POPE: Prol. to Satires, Line 186.

And Sidney, warbler of poetic prose. 1393 COWPER: Task, Bk. iv., Line 514.

Proselytes.

The greatest saints and sinners have been made Of proselytes of one another's trade. 1394 BUTLER: Misc. Thoughts, Line 315.

Prospects.

As distant prospects please us, but when near We find but desert rocks and fleeting air. 1395 SAMUEL GARTH: Dispensatory, Canto iii., Line 27.

Prosperity.

Prosperity's the very bond of love; Whose fresh complexion, and whose heart together Affliction alters. 1396 SHAKS.: Wint. Tale, Act iv., Sc. 3.

Surer to prosper than prosperity Could have assured us. 1397 MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. ii., Line 39.

Providence.

There's a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. 1398 SHAKS.: Hamlet, Act v., Sc. 2.

What in me is dark Illumine, what is low raise and support; That, to the height of this great argument, I may assert Eternal Providence And justify the ways of God to men. 1399 MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. i., Line 22.

Who finds not Providence all good and wise, Alike in what it gives, and what denies? 1400 POPE: Essay on Man, Epis. i., Line 205.

'T is Providence alone secures In every change both mine and yours. 1401 COWPER: A Fable. Moral.

Prudence.

Henceforth His might we know, and know our own, So as not either to provoke, or dread New war, provoked. 1402 MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. i., Line 643.

Where passion leads or prudence points the way. 1403 ROBERT LOWTH: Choice of Hercules, i.

Prudery.

Yon ancient prude, whose wither'd features show She might be young some forty years ago, Her elbows pinion'd close upon her hips, Her head erect, her fan upon her lips, Her eyebrows arch'd, her eyes both gone astray To watch yon amorous couple in their play, With bony and unkerchief'd neck defies The rude inclemency of wintry skies, And sails, with lappet-head and mincing airs, Duly at chink of bell to morning prayers. 1404 COWPER: Truth, Line 13.

Pulpit.

And pulpit, drum ecclesiastick, Was beat with fist instead of a stick. 1405 BUTLER: Hudibras, Pt. i, Canto i., Line 11.

Punishment.

Back to thy punishment, False fugitive, and to thy speed, add wings. 1406 MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. ii., Line 699.

Purity.

'Tis said the lion will turn and flee From a maid in the pride of her purity. 1407 BYRON: Siege of Corinth, St. 21.

Purpose.

Make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse; That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose. 1408 SHAKS.: Macbeth, Act i., Sc. 5.

Purse.

Who steals my purse steals trash; 't is something, nothing; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands. 1409 SHAKS.: Othello, Act iii., Sc. 3.

Pygmies.

Pygmies are pygmies still, though percht on Alps; And pyramids are pyramids in vales. 1410 YOUNG: Night Thoughts, Night vi., Line 309.



Q.

Quacks.

Out, you impostors! Quack-salving cheating mountebanks!—your skill Is to make sound men sick, and sick men kill. 1411 MASSINGER: Virgin-Martyr, Act iv., Sc. 1.

Void of all honor, avaricious, rash, The daring tribe compound their boasted trash— Tincture of syrup, lotion, drop, or pill: All tempt the sick to trust the lying bill. 1412 CRABBE: Borough, Letter vii., Line 75.

Quakers.

Upright Quakers please both man and God. 1413 POPE: Dunciad, Bk. iv., Line 208.

The Quaker loves an ample brim, A hat that bows to no salaam; And dear the beaver is to him As if it never made a dam. 1414 HOOD: All Round my Hat.

Quarrels.

Beware Of entrance to a quarrel: but, being in, Bear 't that the opposed may beware of thee: 1415 SHAKS.: Hamlet, Act i., Sc. 3.

They who in quarrels interpose, Must often wipe a bloody nose. 1416 GAY: Fables, Pt. i., Fable 34.

Queen.

She moves a goddess, and she looks a queen. 1417 POPE: Iliad, Bk. iii., Line 208.

Quickness.

With too much quickness ever to be taught; With too much thinking to have common thought. 1418 POPE: Moral Essays, Epis. ii., Line 97.

Quiet.

Quiet to quick bosoms is a hell. 1419 BYRON: Ch. Harold, Canto iii., St. 42.

Safe in the hallowed quiets of the past. 1420 JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: The Cathedral.

Quips.

Quips and Cranks and wanton Wiles, Nods and Becks and wreathed Smiles. 1421 MILTON: L'Allegro, Line 25.

Quotation.

The devil can cite scripture for his purpose. 1422 SHAKS.: M. of Venice, Act i., Sc. 3.

Nor suffers Horace more in wrong translations By wits, than critics in as wrong quotations. 1423 POPE: E. on Criticism, Pt. iii., Line 103.



R.

Race.

He lives to build, not boast, a generous race; No tenth transmitter of a foolish face. 1424 RICHARD SAVAGE: The Bastard, Line 7.

Rage.

Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire 1425 DRYDEN: Alex. Feast, Line 160.

Rain.

For the rain it raineth every day. 1426 SHAKS.: Tw. Night, Act v., Sc. 1.

How beautiful is the rain! After the dust and heat, In the broad and fiery street, In the narrow lane, How beautiful is the rain! 1427 LONGFELLOW: Rain in Summer, Sts. 1 and 2.

The rain comes when the wind calls. 1428 EMERSON: Woodnotes, Pt. ii., Line 271.

In winter, when the dismal rain Came down in slanting lines. 1429 ALEXANDER SMITH: A Life Drama, Sc. 2.

Rainbow.

Hail, many-colored messenger, that ne'er Dost disobey the wife of Jupiter; Who, with thy saffron wings, upon my flowers Diffusest honey-drops, refreshing showers; And with each end of thy blue bow dost crown My bosky acres, and my unshrubb'd down, Rich scarf to my proud earth. 1430 SHAKS.: Tempest, Act iv., Sc. 1.

That gracious thing made up of tears and light. 1431 COLERIDGE: Two Founts, St. 5.

The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose. 1432 WORDSWORTH: Intimations of Immortality, St. 2.

There was an awful rainbow once in heaven: We know her woof, her texture; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an angel's wings. 1433 KEATS: Lamia, Pt. ii.

Rank.

Superior worth your rank requires: For that, mankind reveres your sires; If you degenerate from your race, Their merits heighten your disgrace. 1434 GAY: Fables, Pt. ii, Fable 11.

The rank is but the guinea stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that. 1435 BURNS: For a' That and a' That.

Raptures.

If such there breathe, go, mark him well! For him no minstrel raptures swell. 1436 SCOTT: Lay of the Last Minstrel, Canto vi., St. 1.

Rashness.

Where men of judgment creep and feel their way, The positive pronounce without dismay. 1437 COWPER: Conversation, Line 145.

One more unfortunate Weary of breath, Rashly importunate, Gone to her death. 1438 HOOD: The Bridge of Sighs.

Reading.

Many books, Wise men have said, are wearisome; who reads Incessantly, and to his reading brings not A spirit and judgment equal or superior, Uncertain and unsettled still remains— Deep versed in books, and shallow in himself. 1439 MILTON: Par. Regained, Bk. iv., Line 321.

When the last reader reads no more. 1440 OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: The Last Reader.

Stuff the head With all such reading as was never read: For thee explain a thing till all men doubt it. 1441 POPE: Dunciad, Bk. iv., Line 249.

Realms.

These are our realms, no limit to their sway,— Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey. 1442 BYRON: Corsair, Canto i., St. 1.

Reason.

I have no other but a woman's reason; I think him so, because I think him so. 1443 SHAKS.: Two Gent. of V., Act i., Sc. 2.

Reason raise o'er instinct as you can, In this 'tis God directs, in that 'tis man. 1444 POPE: Essay on Man, Epis. iii., Line 97.

I would make Reason my guide. 1445 WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: Conjunction of Jupiter and Venus.

The confidence of reason give, And in the light of truth thy bondman let me live! 1446 WORDSWORTH: Ode to Duty.

Indu'd With sanctity of reason. 1447 MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. vii., Line 507.

Rebellion.

Their weapons only Seem'd on our side, but, for their spirits and souls, This word, rebellion, it had froze them up, As fish are in a pond. 1448 SHAKS.: 2 Henry IV., Act i., Sc. 1.

Rebellion now began, for lack Of zeal and plunder, to grow slack. 1449 BUTLER: Hudibras, Pt. iii., Canto ii., Line 31.

Rebuff. Then welcome each rebuff That turns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand, but go! 1450 ROBERT BROWNING: Rabbi Ben Ezra.

Rebuke.

Forbear sharp speeches to her; She's a lady So tender of rebukes, that words are strokes, And strokes death to her. 1451 SHAKS.: Cymbeline, Act iii., Sc. 5.

Reckoning.

So comes a reck'ning when the banquet's o'er, The dreadful reck'ning, and men smile no more. 1452 GAY: What D' ye Call It, Act ii., Sc. 9.

Recollection.

How dear to my heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view. 1453 WORDSWORTH: The Old Oaken Bucket.

Reconciliation.

Never can true reconcilement grow, Where wounds of deadly hate have pierc'd so deep. 1454 MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. iv., Line 98.

Records.

In records that defy the tooth of time. 1455 YOUNG: The Statesman's Creed.

Recreation.

Sweet recreation barred, what doth ensue But moody and dull melancholy, Kinsman to grim and comfortless despair, And, at her heels, a huge infectious troop Of pale distemperatures, and foes to life? 1456 SHAKS.: Com. of Errors, Act v., Sc. 1.

Of recreation there is none So free as Fishing is alone; All other pastimes do no less Than mind and body both possess: My hand alone my work can do, So I can fish and study too. 1457 IZAAK WALTON: The Complete Angler. The Angler's Song.

Redress.

What need we any spur but our own cause To prick us to redress. 1458 SHAKS.: Jul. Caesar, Act ii., Sc. 1.

Reflection.

Remembrance and reflection how allied! What thin partitions sense from thought divide! 1459 POPE: Essay on Man, Epis. i., Line 225.

Reformation.

'Tis the talent of our English nation, Still to be plotting some new Reformation. 1460 DRYDEN: Sophonisba, Prologue.

Regret.

O last regret, regret can die! 1461 TENNYSON: In Memoriam, lxxviii., St. 5.

Deep as first love, and wild with all regret. Oh death in life, the days that are no more! 1462 TENNYSON: The Princess, Pt. iv., Line 36.

Religion.

In Religion What damned error, but some sober brow Will bless it, and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament. 1463 SHAKS.: M. of Venice, Act iii., Sc. 2.

Religion is a spring, That from some secret, golden mine Derives her birth, and thence doth bring Cordials in every drop, and wine. 1464 HENRY VAUGHAN: Religion.

Religion crowns the statesman and the man, Sole source of public and of private peace. 1465 YOUNG: Public Situation of the Kingdom, Line 500.

Pity Religion has so seldom found A skilful guide into poetic ground! 1466 COWPER: Table Talk, Line 17.

Religion stands on tiptoe in our land, Ready to pass to the American strand. 1467 HERBERT: The Church Militant.

Remedies.

Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to Heaven; the fated sky Gives us free scope; only, doth backward pull Our slow designs, when we ourselves are dull. 1468 SHAKS.: All 's Well, Act i., Sc. 1.

Remembrance.

The setting sun, and music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in remembrance more than things long past. 1469 SHAKS.: Richard II., Act ii., Sc. 1.

Praising what is lost, Makes the remembrance dear. 1470 SHAKS.: All 's Well, Act v., Sc. 3.

I've been so long remembered, I'm forgot. 1471 YOUNG: Night Thoughts, Night iv., Line 57.

I remember, I remember, The fir trees dark and high: I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky; It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from heaven Than when I was a boy. 1472 HOOD: I Remember, I Remember.

Remorse.

Remorse is as the heart in which it grows, If that be gentle, it drops balmy dews Of true repentance; but if proud and gloomy, It is the poison tree that, pierced to the inmost, Weeps only tears of poison. 1473 COLERIDGE: Remorse, Act i., Sc. 1.

Renown.

Short is my date, but deathless my renown. 1474 POPE: Iliad, Bk. ix., Line 535.

Repartee.

A man renown'd for repartee Will seldom scruple to make free With friendship's finest feeling, Will thrust a dagger at your breast, And say he wounded you in jest, By way of balm for healing. 1475 COWPER: Friendship, Line 16.

Repentance.

Who by repentance is not satisfied Is nor of heaven nor earth; for these are pleased; By penitence the Eternal's wrath's appeased. 1476 SHAKS.: Two Gent. of V., Act v., Sc. 4.

Illusion is brief, but Repentance is long! 1477 SCHILLER: Lay of the Bell, St. 4.

Repentance is the weight Of indigested meals eat yesterday. 1478 GEORGE ELIOT: Spanish Gypsy, Bk. ii.

Amid the roses fierce Repentance rears Her snaky crest. 1479 THOMSON: Seasons, Spring, Line 996.

Repose.

The best of men have ever loved repose: They hate to mingle in the filthy fray, Where the soul sours, and gradual rancor grows, Imbitter'd more from peevish day to day. 1480 THOMSON: Castle of Indolence, Canto i., St. 17.

Her suffering ended with the day, Yet lived she at its close, And breathed the long, long night away, In statue-like repose. 1481 JAMES ALDRICH: A Death-Bed.

Reproof.

Fear not the anger of the wise to raise; Those best can bear reproof who merit praise. 1482 POPE: E. on Criticism, Pt. iii., Line 23.

Reproof on her lips, but a smile in her eye. 1483 LOVER: Rory O'More.

Reputation.

The purest treasure mortal times afford, Is spotless reputation; that away, Men are but gilded loam, or painted clay. 1484 SHAKS.: Richard II., Act i., Sc. 1.

At every word a reputation dies. 1485 POPE: R. of the Lock, Canto iii., Line 16.

Resignation.

But Heaven hath a hand in these events; To whose high will we bound our calm contents. 1486 SHAKS.: Richard II. Act v., Sc. 2.

While Resignation gently slopes away, And all his prospects brightening to the last, His heaven commences ere the world be past. 1487 GOLDSMITH: Des. Village, Line 110.

Resolution.

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 turn awry, And lose the name of action. 1488 SHAKS.: Hamlet, Act iii., Sc. 1.

Respect.

You have too much respect upon the world: They lose it, that do buy it with much care. 1489 SHAKS.: M. of Venice, Act i., Sc. 1.

Rest.

Who with a body filled and vacant mind Gets him to rest, crammed with distressful bread. 1490 SHAKS.: Henry V., Act iv., Sc. 1.

Rest is sweet after strife. 1491 OWEN MEREDITH: Lucile, Pt. i., Canto vi., St. 25.

For too much rest itself becomes a pain. 1492 POPE: Odyssey, Bk. xv., Line 429.

Results.

Who soweth good seed shall surely reap; The year grows rich as it groweth old; And life's latest sands are its sands of gold. 1493 JULIA C.R. DORR: To the Bouquet Club.

Retirement.

Retiring from the popular noise, I seek This unfrequented place to find some ease. 1494 MILTON: Samson Agonistes, Line 16.

O blest retirement, friend to life's decline, Retreats from care that never must be mine, How happy he who crowns, in shades like these, A youth of labor, with an age of ease; Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 't is hard to combat, learns to fly. 1495 GOLDSMITH: Des. Village, Line 97.

Retreat.

In all the trade of war, no feat Is nobler than a brave retreat; For those that run away, and fly, Take place at least of the enemy. 1496 BUTLER: Hudibras, Pt. i., Canto iii., Line 607.

Revelry.

Midnight shout and revelry, Tipsy dance and jollity. 1497 MILTON: Comus, Line 103.

There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men. 1498 BYRON: Ch. Harold, Canto iii., St. 21.

Revenge.

And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge, With Ate by his side, come hot from hell, Shall in these confines, with a monarch's voice, Cry "Havock," and let slip the dogs of war. 1499 SHAKS.: Jul. Caesar, Act iii., Sc. 1.

Revenge, at first though sweet, Bitter ere long, back on itself recoils. 1500 MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. ix., Line 171.

Vengeance to God alone belongs; But, when I think of all my wrongs, My blood is liquid flame. 1501 SCOTT: Marmion, Canto vi., St. 7.

Reverence.

Let the air strike our tune, Whilst we show reverence to yond peeping moon. 1502 MIDDLETON: The Witch, Act v., Sc. 2.

Revolution.

There is great talk of revolution, And a great chance of despotism, German soldiers, camps, confusion, Tumults, lotteries, rage, delusion, Gin, suicide, and Methodism. 1503 SHELLEY: Peter Bell the Third, Hell, St. 6.

Rhetoric.

For Rhetoric, he could not ope His mouth, but out there flew a trope. 1504 BUTLER: Hudibras, Pt. i., Canto i., Line 8.

Enjoy your dear wit and gay rhetoric, That hath so well been taught her dazzling fence. 1505 MILTON: Comus, Line 790.

Rhine.

The castled crag of Drachenfels Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine. 1506 BYRON: Ch. Harold, Canto iii., St. 55.

The river Rhine, it is well known, Doth wash your city of Cologne; But tell me, nymphs! what power divine Shall henceforth wash the river Rhine? 1507 COLERIDGE: Cologne.

Rhyme.

Still may syllables jar with time, Still may reason war with rhyme. 1508 BEN JONSON: Fit of Rhyme against Rhyme.

He knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme. 1509 MILTON: Lycidas, Line 10.

For rhyme the rudder is of verses, With which, like ships, they steer their courses. 1510 BUTLER: Hudibras, Pt. i., Canto i., Line 463.

Riches.

Infinite riches in a little room. 1511 MARLOWE: The Jew of Malta, Act i.

Extol not riches then, the toil of fools, The wise man's cumbrance, if not snare; more apt To slacken virtue, and abate her edge, Than prompt her to do aught may merit praise. 1512 MILTON: Par. Regained, Bk ii., Line 453.

Ridicule.

Ridicule is a weak weapon, when levelled at a strong mind; But common men are cowards, and dread an empty laugh. 1513 TUPPER: Proverbial Phil., Of Ridicule.

Sacred to ridicule his whole life long, And the sad burden of some merry song. 1514 POPE: Satire i., Bk. ii., Line 76.

Right.

But 't was a maxim he had often tried, That right was right, and there he would abide. 1515 CRABBE: Tales: Tale xv., The Squire and the Priest.

For right is right, since God is God, And right the day must win; To doubt would be disloyalty, To falter would be sin. 1516 FREDERICK W. FABER: The Right Must Win.

And spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right. 1517 POPE: Essay on Man, Epis. i., Line 289.

Rivers.

By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. 1518 MARLOWE: The Passionate Shepherd to His Love.

See the rivers, how they run, Changeless to the changeless sea. 1519 CHARLES KINGSLEY: Saint's Tragedy, Act ii., Sc. 2.

The river glideth at his own sweet will. 1520 WORDSWORTH: Earth has not anything to show more fair.

Robbery.

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 a composture stolen From general excrement: each thing's a thief. 1521 SHAKS.: Timon of A., Act iv., Sc. 3.

Rock.

Better to sink beneath the shock Than moulder piecemeal on the rock. 1522 BYRON: Giaour, Line 969.

Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in thee. 1523 TOPLADY: Salvation through Christ.

Come one, come all! this rock shall fly From its firm base as soon as I. 1524 SCOTT: Lady of the Lake, Canto v., St. 10.

Rod.

His rod revers'd, And backward mutters of dissevering power. 1525 MILTON: Comus, Line 816.

A light to guide, a rod To check the erring, and reprove. 1526 WORDSWORTH: Ode to Duty.

Roman.

I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman. 1527 SHAKS.: Jul. Caesar, Act iv., Sc. 3.

This was the noblest Roman of them all. 1528 SHAKS.: Jul. Caesar, Act v., Sc. 5.

Romance.

Romances paint at full length people's wooings, But only give a bust of marriages. 1529 BYRON: Don Juan, Canto iii., St. 8.

Lady of the Mere, Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance. 1530 WORDSWORTH: A Narrow Girdle of Rough Stones and Crags.

Rome.

To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome. 1531 EDGAR A. POE: To Helen.

Rose.

At Christmas I no more desire a rose Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth; But like of each thing that in season grows. 1532 SHAKS.: Love's L. Lost, Act i., Sc. 1.

The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem, For that sweet odor which doth in it live. 1533 SHAKS.: Sonnet liv.

You love the roses—so do I. I wish The sky would rain down roses, as they rain From off the shaken bush. 1534 GEORGE ELIOT: Spanish Gypsy, Bk. iii.

As though a rose should shut, and be a bud again. 1535 KEATS: Eve of St. Agnes, St. 27.

The rose saith in the dewy morn, I am most fair; Yet all my loveliness is born Upon a thorn. 1536 CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI: Consider the Lilies of the Field.

Strew on her roses, roses, And never a spray of yew! In quiet she reposes; Ah, would that I did too. 1537 MATTHEW ARNOLD: Requiescat.

Rousseau.

The self-torturing sophist, wild Rousseau, The apostle of affliction—he, who threw Enchantment over passion, and from woe Wrung overwhelming eloquence. 1538 BYRON: Ch. Harold, Canto iii., St. 77.

Royalty.

O wretched state of Kings! O doleful fate! Greatness misnamed, in misery only great! Could men but know the endless woe it brings, The wise would die before they would be Kings. Think what a King must do! 1539 R.H. STODDARD: The King's Bell.

Ruin.

Where my high steeples whilom used to stand, On which the lordly falcon wont to tower, There now is but an heap of lime and sand, For the screech-owl to build her baleful bower. 1540 SPENSER: Ruins of Time, Line 127.

On Prague's proud arch the fires of ruin glow, His blood-dyed waters murmuring far below. 1541 CAMPBELL: Pl. of Hope, Pt. i., Line 385.

The day shall come, that great avenging day Which Troy's proud glories in the dust shall lay, When Priam's powers and Priam's self shall fall, And one prodigious ruin swallow all. 1542 POPE: Iliad, Bk. iv., Line 196.

Ruling Passions.

In men, we various Ruling Passions find; In women, two almost divide the kind; Those, only fix'd, they first or last obey, The love of pleasure and the love of sway. 1543 POPE: Moral Essays, Epis. ii., Line 207.

Rumor.

Rumor is a pipe Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures; And of so easy and so plain a stop That the blunt monster with uncounted heads, The still-discordant wavering multitude, Can play upon it. 1544 SHAKS.: Henry IV., Pt. ii., Induction.

Rural Life.

Of men The happiest he, who far from public rage, Deep in the vale, with a choice few retired, Drinks the pure pleasures of the rural life. 1545 THOMSON: Seasons, Autumn, Line 1132.



S.

Sabbath.

The Sabbath bell, That over wood, and wild, and mountain dell Wanders so far, chasing all thoughts unholy With sounds most musical, most melancholy. 1546 ROGERS: Human Life, Line 515.

Yes, child of suffering, thou mayst well be sure He who ordained the Sabbath loves the poor! 1547 OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: A Rhymed Lesson. Urania.

E'en Sunday shines no Sabbath-day to me. 1548 POPE: Epis. to Arbuthnot, Line 12.

Nor can his blessed soul look down from heaven, Or break the eternal sabbath of his rest. 1549 DRYDEN: Spanish Friar, Act v., Sc. 2.

The Sabbath brings its kind release, And Care lies slumbering on the lap of Peace. 1550 OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: A Rhymed Lesson, Line 229.

Take the Sunday with you through the week, And sweeten with it all the other days. 1551 LONGFELLOW: Michael Angelo, Pt. i., 5.

Sailors.

Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast, Ready with every nod to tumble down. 1552 SHAKS.: Richard III., Act iii., Sc. 4.

O Thou, who in thy hand dost hold The winds and waves that wake or sleep, Thy tender arms of mercy fold Around the seamen on the deep. 1553 HANNAH F. GOULD: Changes on the Deep.

Messmates, hear a brother sailor Sing the dangers of the sea. 1554 GEORGE A. STEVENS: The Storm.

Sails.

Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them. 1555 SHAKS.: Ant. and Cleo., Act ii., Sc. 2.

He that has sail'd upon the dark blue sea Has view'd at times, I ween, a full fair sight; When the fresh breeze is fair as breeze may be, The white sails set, the gallant frigate tight; Masts, spires, and strand retiring to the right, The glorious main expanding o'er the bow, The convoy spread like wild swans in their flight, The dullest sailer wearing bravely now, So gayly curl the waves before each dashing prow. 1556 BYRON: Ch. Harold, Canto ii., St. 17.

Saints.

And now the saints began their reign, For which they'd yearn'd so long in vain, And felt such bowel-hankerings, To see an empire, all of kings. 1557 BUTLER: Hudibras, Pt. iii., Canto ii., Line 237.

For virtue's self may too much zeal be had; The worst of madmen is a saint run mad. 1558 POPE: Satire iv., Line 26.

There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign. 1559 WATTS: Hymns and Spiritual Songs.

Just men, by whom impartial laws were given; And saints who taught and led the way to heaven. 1560 TICKELL: On the Death of Mr. Addison, Line 41.

That saints will aid if men will call; For the blue sky bends over all. 1561 COLERIDGE: Christabel, Conclusion to Pt. i.

Salt.

Alas! you know the cause too well; The salt is spilt, to me it fell. 1562 GAY: Fables, Pt. i., Fable 37.

Why dost thou shun the salt? that sacred pledge, Which once partaken blunts the sabre's edge, Makes even contending tribes in peace unite, And hated hosts seem brethren to the sight. 1563 BYRON: Corsair, Canto ii, St. 4.

Who ne'er knew salt, or heard the billows roar. 1564 POPE: Odyssey, Bk. xi., Line 153.

Salvation.

About some act That has no relish of salvation in 't. 1565 SHAKS.: Hamlet, Act iii., Sc. 3.

Therefore, Jew, Though justice be thy plea, consider this, That in the course of justice none of us Should see salvation. 1566 SHAKS.: M. of Venice, Act iv., Sc. 1.

Sands.

Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands; Courtesied when you have, and kiss'd The wild waves whist. 1567 SHAKS.: Tempest, Act i., Sc. 2

Here are sand, ignoble things, Dropt from the ruined sides of kings. 1568 BEAUMONT: On the Tombs of Westminster Abbey.

Satan.

To whom the arch-enemy, And thence in heaven call'd Satan,—with bold words Breaking the horrid silence, thus began. 1569 MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. i., Line 81.

For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do. 1570 WATTS: Divine Songs, Song 20.

And Satan trembles when he sees The weakest saint upon his knees. 1571 COWPER: Exhortation to Prayer.

Satiety.

They surfeited with honey; and began To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little More than a little is by much too much. 1572 SHAKS.: 1 Henry IV., Act iii., Sc. 2.

With pleasure drugg'd he almost long'd for woe, And e'en for change of scene would seek the shades below. 1573 BYRON: Ch. Harold, Canto i., St. 6.

Satire.

Satire's my weapon, but I'm too discreet To run a-muck, and tilt at all I meet; I only wear it in a land of Hectors, Thieves, supercargoes, sharpers, and directors. 1574 POPE: Satire i., Line 69.

Prepare for rhyme—I'll publish, right or wrong; Fools are my theme, let satire be my song. 1575 BYRON: Eng. Bards, Line 5.

In general satire, every man perceives A slight attack, yet neither fears nor grieves. 1576 CRABBE: Advice, Line 244.

Savage.

I am as free as Nature first made man, Ere the base laws of servitude began, When wild in woods the noble savage ran. 1577 DRYDEN: Conquest of Granada, Pt. i., Act i., Sc. 1.

Scandal.

For greatest scandal waits on greatest state. 1578 SHAKS.: Lucrece, Line 1006.

You know That I do fawn on men, and hug them hard, And after scandal them. 1579 SHAKS.: Jul. Caesar, Act i., Sc. 2.

The whole court melted into one wide whisper, And all lips were applied unto all ears! The elder ladies' wrinkles curled much crisper As they beheld; the younger cast some leers On one another, and each lovely lisper Smiled as she talked the matter o'er: but tears Of rivalship rose in each clouded eye Of all the standing army that stood by. 1580 BYRON: Don Juan, Canto ix., St. 78

Scars.

He jests at scars, that never felt a wound. 1581 SHAKS.: Rom. and Jul., Act ii., Sc. 2.

Gashed with honorable scars, Low in Glory's lap they lie. 1582 JAMES MONTGOMERY: Battle of Alexandria.

Scenes.

For wheresoe'er I turn my ravish'd eyes, Gay gilded scenes and shining prospects rise. 1583 ADDISON: A Letter from Italy.

Scepticism.

Oh! lives there, heaven! beneath thy dread expanse, One hopeless, dark idolater of chance, Content to feed with pleasures unrefin'd, The lukewarm passions of a lowly mind; Who mouldering earthward, 'reft of every trust, In joyless union wedded to the dust, Could all his parting energy dismiss, And call this barren world sufficient bliss? 1584 CAMPBELL: Pl. of Hope, Pt. ii., Line 295.

Whatever sceptic could inquire for, For every why he had a wherefore. 1585 BUTLER: Hudibras, Pt. i., Canto i., Line 131.

Sceptre.

His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings. 1586 SHAKS.: M. of Venice, Act iv., Sc. 1.

Scholar.

He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one; Exceeding wise, fair-spoken, and persuading; Lofty and sour to them that loved him not, But to those men that sought him sweet as summer. 1587 SHAKS.: Henry VIII., Act iv., Sc. 2.

His locked, lettered, braw brass collar Showed him the gentleman and scholar. 1588 BURNS: The Twa Dogs

The land of scholars and the nurse of arms. 1589 GOLDSMITH: Traveller, Line 356.

School.

And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. 1590 SHAKS.: As You Like It, Act ii., Sc. 7.

Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school; A man severe he was, and stern to view,— I knew him well, and every truant knew; Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face. 1591 GOLDSMITH: Des. Village, Line 193.

Science.

Trace science then, with modesty thy guide; First strip off all her equipage of pride; Deduct what is but vanity, or dress, Or learning's luxury, or idleness; Or tricks to show the stretch of human brain, Mere curious pleasure, or ingenious pain; Expunge the whole, or lop th' excrescent parts Of all our vices have created arts; Then see how little the remaining sum Which serv'd the past, and must the times to come. 1592 POPE: Essay on Man, Epis. ii., Line 43.

O star-eyed Science! hast thou wander'd there, To waft us home the message of despair? 1593 CAMPBELL: Pl. of Hope, Pt. ii., Line 325.

Scorn.

Scorn at first, makes after-love the more. 1594 SHAKS.: Two Gent. of V., Act iii., Sc. 1.

Alas! to make me The fixed figure of the time, for scorn To point his slow and moving finger at. 1595 SHAKS.: Othello, Act iv., Sc. 2.

So let him stand, through ages yet unborn, Fix'd statue on the pedestal of scorn! 1596 BYRON: Curse of Minerva, Line 207.

He hears, On all sides, from innumerable tongues, A dismal universal hiss, the sound Of public scorn. 1597 MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. x., Line 506.

Scotland.

Stands Scotland where it did? 1598 SHAKS.: Macbeth, Act iv., Sc. 3.

O Scotia! my dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to heaven is sent! Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content. 1599 BURNS: Cotter's Saturday Night, St. 20.

It was a' for our rightfu' King We left fair Scotland's strand. 1600 BURNS: A' for our Rightfu' King.

Scribblers.

Laugh when I laugh, I seek no other fame, The cry is up, and scribblers are my game. 1601 BYRON: English Bards, Line 43.

Scripture.

'T is elder Scripture, writ by God's own hand,— Scripture authentic! uncorrupt by man. 1602 YOUNG: Night Thoughts, Night ix., Line 644.

Sculpture.

Sculpture is more divine, and more like Nature, That fashions all her works in high relief, And that is Sculpture. 1603 LONGFELLOW: Michael Angelo, Pt. i., 5.

A sculptor wields The chisel, and the stricken marble grows To beauty. 1604 WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: Flood of Years.

Sea.

The rude sea grew civil at her song, And certain stars shot madly from their spheres To hear the sea-maid's music. 1605 SHAKS.: Mid. N. Dream, Act ii., Sc. 1.

The sea! the sea! the open sea! The blue, the fresh, the ever free! Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth the earth's wide region round; It plays with the clouds; it mocks the skies; Or like a cradled creature lies. 1606 BARRY CORNWALL: The Sea.

Broad based upon her people's will, And compassed by the inviolate sea. 1607 TENNYSON: To the Queen.

'T was when the sea was roaring, With hollow blasts of wind, A damsel lay deploring, All on a rock reclin'd. 1608 JOHN GAY: What D' ye Call It, Act ii., Sc. 8.

Sea-weed.

A weary weed, toss'd to and fro, Drearily drench'd in the ocean brine, Soaring high and sinking low, Lashed along without will of mine,— Sport of the spoom of the surging sea, Flung on the foam afar and anear, Mark my manifold mystery,— Growth and grace in their place appear. 1609 CORNELIUS G. FENNER: Gulf-Weed.

Seasons.

Perceiv'st thou not the process of the year, How the four seasons in four forms appear, Resembling human life in ev'ry shape they wear? Spring first, like infancy, shoots out her head, With milky juice requiring to be fed: ... Proceeding onward whence the year began, The Summer grows adult, and ripens into man.... Autumn succeeds, a sober, tepid age, Not froze with fear, nor boiling into rage; ... Last, Winter creeps along with tardy pace, Sour is his front, and furrowed is his face. 1610 DRYDEN: Of Pythagorean Phil. From, 15th Book Ovid's Metamorphoses, Line 206.

With thee conversing I forget all time, All seasons, and their change,—all please alike. 1611 MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. iv., Line 639.

Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine. 1612 MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. iii., Line 40.

Seat.

Oh for a seat in some poetic nook, Just hid with trees and sparkling with a brook! 1613 LEIGH HUNT: Politics and Poetics.

Secrecy.

Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck, Till thou applaud the deed. 1614 SHAKS.: Macbeth, Act iii., Sc. 2.

I will believe Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know; And so far will I trust thee. 1615 SHAKS.: 1 Henry IV., Act ii., Sc. 3.

A secret in his mouth, Is like a wild bird put into a cage, Whose door no sooner opens, but 't is out. 1616 BEN JONSON: Case is Altered, Act iii., Sc. 3

Sects.

His liberal soul with every sect agreed, Unheard their reasons, he received their creed. 1617 CRABBE: Tales, Convert, Line 45.

Slave to no sect, who takes no private road, But looks through Nature up to Nature's God. 1618 POPE: Essay on Man, Epis. iv., Line 331.

Security.

You all know, security Is mortal's chiefest enemy. 1619 SHAKS.: Macbeth, Act iii., Sc. 5.

Seed.

The thorns which I have reap'd 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. 1620 BYRON: Ch. Harold, Canto iv., St. 10.

Self.

None are so desolate but something dear, Dearer than self, possesses or possess'd A thought, and claims the homage of a tear. 1621 BYRON: Ch. Harold, Canto ii., St. 24.

Selfishness.

Despite those titles, power and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust, from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored, and unsung. 1622 SCOTT: Lay of the Last Minstrel, Canto vi., St. 1.

Self-Conceit.

To observations which ourselves we make, We grow more partial for th' observer's sake. 1623 POPE: Moral Essays, Epis. i., Line 2.

Self-Control.

May I govern my passions with absolute sway, And grow wiser and better as my strength wears away, ... by a gentle decay. 1624 DR. WALTER POPE: The Old Man's Wish, Chorus.

Self-Defence.

Self-defence is a virtue, Sole bulwark of all right. 1625 BYRON: Sardanapalus, Act ii., Sc. 1.

Self-Denial.

Brave conquerors! for so you are, That war against your own affections, And the huge army of the world's desires. 1626 SHAKS.: Love's L. Lost, Act i., Sc. 1.

Self-Dispraise.

There is a luxury in self-dispraise; And inward self-disparagement affords To meditative spleen a grateful feast. 1627 WORDSWORTH: The Excursion, Bk. iv.

Self-Esteem.

Oft times nothing profits more Than self-esteem, grounded on just and right Well manag'd. 1628 MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. viii., Line 571.

Self-Knowledge.

To know thyself—in others self-concern; Would'st thou know others? read thyself—and learn! 1629 SCHILLER: Votive Tablets, The Key.

Self-Love.

Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin As self-neglecting. 1630 SHAKS.: Henry V., Act ii., Sc. 4.

Self-love, the spring of motion, acts the soul; Reason's comparing balance rules the whole. 1631 POPE: Essay on Man, Epis. ii., Line 59.

Self-Reproach.

Men who can hear the Decalogue, and feel No self-reproach. 1632 WORDSWORTH: The Old Cumberland Beggar.

Self-Respect.

He that respects himself is safe from others; He wears a coat of mail that none can pierce. 1633 LONGFELLOW: Michael Angelo, Pt. ii.

Self-Sacrifice.

Give unto me, made lowly wise, The spirit of self-sacrifice. 1634 WORDSWORTH: Ode to Duty.

Sense.

A man whose blood Is very snow-broth; one who never feels The wanton stings and motions of the sense. 1635 SHAKS.: M. for M., Act i., Sc. 4.

Good sense, which only is the gift of Heaven, And though no science, fairly worth the seven. 1636 POPE: Moral Essays, Epis. iv., Line 43

Sensibility.

Our sensibilities are so acute, The fear of being silent makes us mute. 1637 COWPER: Conversation, Line 351.

Sweet sensibility! thou keen delight! Unprompted moral! sudden sense of right! 1638 HANNAH MORE: Sensibility, Line 227.

Separation.

Thy soul ... Is as far from my grasp, is as free, As the stars from the mountain-tops be, As the pearl in the depths of the sea, From the portionless king that would wear it. 1639 E.C. STEDMAN: Stanzas for Music, St. 3.

September.

September waves his golden-rod Along the lanes and hollows, And saunters round the sunny fields A-playing with the swallows. 1640 ELLEN MACKAY HUTCHINSON: The Prince.

Sermons.

Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in everything. 1641 SHAKS.: As You Like It, Act ii., Sc. 1.

Perhaps it may turn out a sang, Perhaps turn out a sermon. 1642 BURNS: Epistle to a Young Friend.

Serpent.

What! would'st thou have a serpent sting thee twice? 1643 SHAKS.: M. of Venice, Act iv., Sc. 1.

Where's my serpent of old Nile? 1644 SHAKS.: Ant. and Cleo., Act i., Sc. 5.

And hence one master-passion in the breast, Like Aaron's serpent, swallows up the rest. 1645 POPE: Essay on Man, Epis. ii., Line 131.

Some flow'rets of Eden ye still inherit, But the trail of the Serpent is over them all. 1646 MOORE: Paradise and the Peri.

Service.

Ful wel she sange the service devine, Entuned in hire nose ful swetely. 1647 CHAUCER: Canterbury Tales, Prologue, Line 122.

And ye shall succor men; 'T is nobleness to serve; Help them who cannot help again: Beware from right to swerve. 1648 EMERSON: Boston Hymn, St. 13.

Sex.

Think you I am no stronger than my sex, Being so father'd and so husbanded? 1649 SHAKS.: Jul. Caesar, Act ii., Sc. 1.

Spirits when they please, Can either sex assume, or both. 1650 MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. i., Line 423.

Sexton.

See yonder maker of the dead man's bed, The sexton, hoary-headed chronicle! Of hard, unmeaning face, down which ne'er stole A gentle tear; with mattock in his hand, Digs thro' whole rows of kindred and acquaintance By far his juniors! Scarce a skull's cast up But well he knew its owner, and can tell Some passage of his life. 1651 BLAIR: The Grave, Line 452.

His death, which happened in his berth, At forty-odd befell: They went and told the sexton, and The sexton tolled the bell. 1652 HOOD: Faithless Sally Brown.

Shadow.

Shine out, fair sun, till I have bought a glass, That I may see my shadow as I pass. 1653 SHAKS.: Richard III., Act i., Sc. 2.

Syene, and where the shadow both way falls, Meroe, Nilotic isle. 1654 MILTON: Par. Regained, Bk. iv., Line 70.

Our acts our angels are, or good or ill, Our fatal shadows that walk by us still. 1655 JOHN FLETCHER: Upon an "Honest Man's Fortune."

Shaft.

In my school-days, when I had lost one shaft, I shot his fellow of the selfsame flight The selfsame way, with more advised watch, To find the other forth; and by adventuring both I oft found both. 1656 SHAKS.: M. of Venice, Act i., Sc. 1.

That eagle's fate and mine are one, Which on the shaft that made him die Espied a feather of his own, Wherewith he wont to soar so high. 1657 WALLER: To a Lady Singing a Song of his Composing.

Shakespeare.

Soul of the age! Th' applause! delight! the wonder of our stage! My Shakespeare, rise! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee room; Thou art a monument, without a tomb, And art alive still, while thy book doth live, And we have wits to read, and praise to give. 1658 BEN JONSON: Underwoods, To the Mem. of Shakespeare.

There, Shakespeare, on whose forehead climb The crowns o' the world. Oh, eyes sublime, With tears and laughters for all time! 1659 MRS. BROWNING: Vision of Poets, St. 101.

Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild. 1660 MILTON: L'Allegro, Line 129.

What needs my Shakespeare for his honor'd bones,— The labor of an age in piled stones? Or that his hallow'd relics should be hid Under a star-y-pointing pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? 1661 MILTON: On Shakespeare.

Shame.

O, shame! where is thy blush? 1662 SHAKS.: Hamlet, Act iii., Sc. 4.

But 'neath yon crimson tree Lover to listening maid might breathe his flame, Nor mark, within its roseate canopy, Her blush of maiden shame. 1663 WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: Autumn Woods.

Shape.

Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves Shall never tremble. 1664 SHAKS.: Macbeth, Act iii., Sc. 4.

The other shape, If shape it might be call'd that shape had none Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb. 1665 MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. ii., Line 681.

Shell.

I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell, To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely. 1666 WORDSWORTH: The Excursion, Bk. iv.

Shelley.

Ah, did you once see Shelley plain, And did he stop and speak to you, And did you speak to him again? How strange it seems, and new! 1667 ROBERT BROWNING: Memorabilia, i.

Sheridan.

Long shall we seek his likeness—long in vain, And turn to all of him which may remain, Sighing that nature form'd but one such man, And broke the die—in moulding Sheridan. 1668 BYRON: Monody on the Death of Sheridan.

Shield.

When Prussia hurried to the field, And snatch'd the spear, but left the shield. 1669 SCOTT: Marmion, Introduction to Canto iii.

Ships.

Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships, And burnt the topless towers of Ilium? 1670 MARLOWE: Faustus.

Like sister sails that drift at night Together on the deep, Seen only where they cross the light That pathless waves must pathlike keep From fisher's signal fire, or pharos steep. 1671 RUSKIN: The Broken Chain, Pt. v., St. 25.

She walks the waters like a thing of life, And seems to dare the elements to strife. 1672 BYRON: Corsair, Canto i., St. 3.

As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean. 1673 COLERIDGE: The Ancient Mariner, Pt. ii.

Shipwreck.

O, I have suffer'd With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel, Who had no doubt some noble creature in her, Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock Against my very heart! poor souls! they perish'd. 1674 SHAKS.: Tempest, Act i., Sc. 2.

Again she plunges! hark! a second shock Bilges the splitting Vessel on the Rock— Down on the vale of death, with dismal cries The fated victims shuddering cast their eyes, In wild despair; while yet another stroke, With strong convulsion rends the solid oak: Ah Heaven!—behold her crashing ribs divide! She loosens, parts, and spreads in ruin o'er the Tide. 1675 FALCONER: Shipwreck, Canto iii., Line 642.

Shoes.

I saw them go: one horse was blind, The tails of both hung down behind, Their shoes were on their feet. 1676 JAMES SMITH: Rejected Addresses, The Baby's Debut.

Let firm, well-hammer'd soles protect thy feet, Thro' freezing snows, and rain, and soaking sleet. 1677 GAY: Trivia, Bk. i., Line 33.

Shore.

But the poor, unsightly, noisome things Had left their beauty on the shore, With the sun and the sand and the wild uproar. 1678 EMERSON: Each and All.

There is a rapture on the lonely shore; There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar. 1679 BYRON: Ch. Harold, Canto iv., St. 178.

A strong nor'wester 's blowing, Bill! Hark! don't ye hear it roar now? Lord help 'em, how I pities them Unhappy folks on shore now! 1680 WILLIAM PITT: The Sailor's Consolation.

Show.

Live to be the show and gaze o' the time. 1681 SHAKS.: Macbeth, Act v., Sc. 8.

With books and money plac'd for show Like nest-eggs to make clients lay, And for his false opinion pay. 1682 BUTLER: Hudibras, Pt. iii., Canto iii., Line 624.

Shrine.

What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine, The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? They sought a faith's pure shrine. 1683 HEMANS: Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers.

Sickness.

This sickness doth infect The very life-blood of our enterprise. 1684 SHAKS.: 1 Henry IV., Act iv., Sc. 1.

Sighs.

My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs. 1685 SHAKS.: Othello, Act i., Sc. 3.

He sighed;—the next resource is the full moon, Where all sighs are deposited; and now It happen'd luckily, the chaste orb shone. 1686 BYRON: Don Juan, Canto xvi., St. 13.

Sight.

Visions of glory, spare my aching sight Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul! 1687 GRAY: The Bard, Pt. iii., St. 1.

O Christ! it is a goodly sight to see What Heaven hath done for this delicious land. 1688 BYRON: Ch. Harold, Canto i., St. 15.

Signs.

Sometime we see a cloud that's dragonish: A vapor, sometime, like a bear, or lion, A tower'd citadel, a pendent rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon 't, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs; They are black vesper's pageants. 1689 SHAKS.: Ant. and Cleo., Act iv., Sc. 12.

Silence.

Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much. 1690 SHAKS.: Much Ado, Act ii., Sc. 1.

Silence in love bewrays more woe Than words, tho' ne'er so witty; A beggar that is dumb, you know, May challenge double pity. 1691 SIR WALTER RALEIGH: Silent Lover, St. 6.

Silence more musical than any song. 1692 CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI: Rest.

Silence accompany'd; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale; She all night long her amorous descant sung; Silence was pleas'd. 1693 MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. iv., Line 598.

There was silence deep as death, And the boldest held his breath For a time. 1694 CAMPBELL: Battle of the Baltic.

There is a silence where hath been no sound, There is a silence where no sound may be,— In the cold grave, under the deep, deep sea, Or in the wide desert where no life is found. 1695 HOOD: Sonnet, Silence.

Silver.

Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear, That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops. 1696 SHAKS.: Rom. and Jul., Act ii., Sc. 2.

Similarity.

Like will to like: each creature loves his kind, Chaste words proceed still from a bashful mind. 1697 HERRICK: Aph. Like Loves His Like.

Simplicity.

And simple truth miscall'd simplicity, And captive good attending captive ill. 1698 SHAKS.: Sonnet lxvi.

Rich in saving common-sense, And, as the greatest only are. In his simplicity sublime. 1699 TENNYSON: Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington, St. 4.

Sin.

Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin, Unhousell'd, disappointed, unaneled. 1700 SHAKS.: Hamlet, Act i., Sc. 5.

One sin, I know, another doth provoke; Murder's as near to lust, as flame to smoke. 1701 SHAKS.: Pericles, Act i., Sc. 1.

In lashing sin, of every stroke beware, For sinners feel, and sinners you must spare. 1702 CRABBE: Tales, Advice, Line 242.

But sad as angels for the good man's sin, Weep to record, and blush to give it in. 1703 CAMPBELL: Pl. of Hope, Pt. ii., Line 357.

I waive the quantum o' the sin, The hazard of concealing; But, och! it hardens a' within, And petrifies the feeling! 1704 BURNS: Epistle to a Young Friend.

Compound for sins they are inclined to, By damning those they have no mind to. 1705 BUTLER: Hudibras, Pt. i., Canto i., Line 215.

Sincerity.

I never tempted her with word too large, But, as a brother to his sister, show'd Bashful sincerity and comely love. 1706 SHAKS.: Much Ado, Act iv., Sc. 1.

His nature is too noble for the world: He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, Or Jove for 's power to thunder. His heart's his mouth: What his breast forges that his tongue must vent. 1707 SHAKS.: Coriolanus, Act iii., Sc. 1.

Singing.

But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubims. 1708 SHAKS.: M. of Venice, Act v., Sc. 1.

Sing, seraph with the glory! heaven is high. Sing, poet with the sorrow! earth is low. The universe's inward voices cry "Amen" to either song of joy and woe. Sing, seraph, poet! sing on equally! 1709 MRS. BROWNING: Sonnets, Seraph and Poet.

I send my heart up to thee, all my heart In this my singing! For the stars help me, and the sea bears part. 1710 ROBERT BROWNING: In a Gondola.

I do but sing because I must, And pipe but as the linnets sing. 1711 TENNYSON: In Memoriam, Pt. xxi., St. 6.

Song forbids victorious deeds to die. 1712 SCHILLER: Artists, St. 11.

Singularity.

No two on earth in all things can agree; All have some darling singularity. 1713 CHURCHILL: Apology, Line 402.

Sister.

Oh, never say hereafter But I am truest speaker. You call'd me brother When I was but your sister. 1714 SHAKS.: Cymbeline, Act v., Sc. 5.

Skill.

How happy is he born or taught, That serveth not another's will; Whose armor is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill! 1715 WOTTON: Character of a Happy Life.

Skull.

Look on its broken arch, its ruined wall, Its chambers desolate, its portals foul; Yes, this was once ambition's airy hall, The dome of thought, the palace of the soul. 1716 BYRON: Ch. Harold, Canto ii., St. 6.

Sky.

Man is the nobler growth our realms supply, And souls are ripened in our northern sky. 1717 MRS. BARBAULD: The Invitation.

The sky is changed,—and such a change. O night And storm and darkness! ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! 1718 BYRON: Ch. Harold, Canto iii., St. 92.

Slander.

Slanderous reproaches, and foul infamies, Leasings, backbitings, and vainglorious crakes, Bad counsels, praises, and false flatteries; All those against that fort did bend their batteries. 1719 SPENSER: Faerie Queene, Bk. ii., Canto xi., St. 10.

'T is slander, Whose edge is sharper than the sword: whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile; whose breath Bides on the posting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world,—kings, queens, and states, Maids, matrons,—nay, the secrets of the grave This viperous slander enters. 1720 SHAKS.: Cymbeline, Act iii., Sc. 4.

'T was slander filled her mouth with lying words,— Slander, the foulest whelp of sin. 1721 POLLOK: Course of Time, Bk. viii., Line 715.

Slave—Slavery.

Thou art a slave, whom Fortune's tender arm With favor never clasp'd: but bred a dog. 1722 SHAKS.: Timon of A., Act iv., Sc. 3.

He finds his fellow guilty of a skin Not color'd like his own, and having pow'r T' enforce the wrong, for such a worthy cause Dooms and devotes him as his lawful prey. 1723 COWPER: Task, Bk. ii., Line 12.

Corrupted freemen are the worst of slaves. 1724 DAVID GARRICK: Prologue to the Gamesters.

Whatever day Makes man a slave, takes half his worth away. 1725 POPE: Odyssey, Bk. xvii., Line 392.

Sleep.

We are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep. 1726 SHAKS.: Tempest, Act iv., Sc. 1.

Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labor's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast. 1727 SHAKS.: Macbeth, Act ii., Sc. 2.

Come, sleep, O sleep! the certain knot of peace, The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe; The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release, The impartial judge between the high and low. 1728 SIR PHILIP SIDNEY: Astrophel and Stella, St. 39.

Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep! He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where fortune smiles—the wretched he forsakes. 1729 YOUNG: Night Thoughts, Night i., Line 1.

O magic sleep! O comfortable bird That broodest o'er the troubled sea of the mind Till it is hush'd and smooth! 1730 KEATS: Endymion, Line 456.

Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality. 1731 BYRON: Dream, Line 1.

Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking. 1732 SCOTT: Lady of the Lake, Canto i., St. 31.

Of all the thoughts of God that are Borne inward into souls afar, Along the Psalmist's music deep, Now tell me if that any is, For gift or grace, surpassing this— "He giveth His beloved sleep"? 1733 MRS. BROWNING: Sleep.

Be thy sleep Silent as night is, and as deep. 1734 LONGFELLOW: Christus, Golden Legend, Pt. ii.

Sleep will bring thee dreams in starry number— Let him come to thee and be thy guest. 1735 AYTOUN: Hermotimus.

Sloth.

Sloth views the towers of Fame with envious eyes, Desirous still, but impotent to rise. 1736 SHENSTONE: Moral Pieces.

Sluggard.

'T is the voice of the sluggard; I heard him complain, "You have waked me too soon, I must slumber again." 1737 WATTS: The Sluggard.

Smiles.

One may smile, and smile, and be a villain. 1738 SHAKS.: Hamlet, Act i., Sc. 5.

With the smile that was childlike and bland. 1739 BRET HARTE: Plain Language from Truthful James.

Death Grinn'd horrible a ghastly smile, to hear His famine should be filled. 1740 MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. ii., Line 815.