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. Cæsar, 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 Cæsar's spirit, ranging for revenge,
With Até 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. Cæsar, 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. Cæsar, Act iv., Sc. 3.

This was the noblest Roman of them all.
1528
SHAKS.: Jul. Cæsar, 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. Cæsar, 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. Cæsar, 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 Début.

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.

Without the smile from partial beauty won,
Oh what were man?—a world without a sun.
1741
CAMPBELL: Pl. of Hope, Pt. ii., Line 21.

Even children follow'd with endearing wile,
And pluck'd his gown, to share the good man's smile.
1742
GOLDSMITH: Des. Village, Line 183.


Smoke.

I knew, by the smoke that so gracefully curl'd
Above the green elms, that a cottage was near.
1743
MOORE: Ballad Stanzas.


Snail.

The snail, whose tender horns being hit,
Shrinks backward in his shelly cave with pain,
And there, all smother'd up in shade, doth sit,
Long after fearing to creep forth again.
1744
SHAKS.: Venus and A., Line 1033.


Snake.

We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it;
She'll close, and be herself; whilst our poor malice
Remains in danger of her former tooth.
1745
SHAKS.: Macbeth, Act iii., Sc. 2.


Snow.

Or wallow naked in December snow
By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?
1746
SHAKS.: Richard II., Act i., Sc. 3

A cheer for the snow—the drifting snow;
Smoother and purer than Beauty's brow;
The creature of thought scarce likes to tread
On the delicate carpet so richly spread.
1747
ELIZA COOK: Snow.

Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,
Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air
Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven.
1748
EMERSON: The Snow-Storm.


Snow-Drop.

The snow-drop, who, in habit white and plain,
Comes on, the herald of fair Flora's train.
1749
CHURCHILL: Gotham, Bk. i., Line 245.


Snuff.

When they talked of their Raphaels, Correggios, and stuff,
He shifted his trumpet and only took snuff.
1750
GOLDSMITH: Retaliation, Line 145.

Lady, accept the gift a hero wore
In spite of all this elegiac stuff;
Let not seven stanzas written by a bore
Prevent your ladyship from taking snuff.
1751
BYRON: Lines to Lady Holland.


Society.

Man in society is like a flower
Blown in its native bed; 't is there alone
His faculties expanded in full bloom
Shine out; there only reach their proper use.
1752
COWPER: Task, Bk. iv., Line 659.

Society became my glittering bride,
And airy hopes my children.
1753
WORDSWORTH: Excursion, Bk. iii.


Soldier.

A soldier;
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth.
1754
SHAKS.: As You Like It, Act ii., Sc. 7.

And but for these vile guns,
He would himself have been a soldier.
1755
SHAKS.: 1 Henry IV., Act i., Sc. 3.

The broken soldier, kindly bade to stay,
Sat by his fire, and talk'd the night away;
Wept o'er his wounds, or, tales of sorrow done,
Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won.
1756
GOLDSMITH: Des. Village, Line 155.

How shall we rank thee upon glory's page,
Thou more than soldier, and just less than sage?
1757
MOORE: To Thomas Hume.


Solitude.

Solitude sometimes is best society,
And short retirement urges sweet return.
1758
MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. ix., Line 249.

O solitude! where are the charms
That sages have seen in thy face?
Better dwell in the midst of alarms,
Than reign in this horrible place.
1759
COWPER: Verses supposed to be written by Alex. Selkirk, St. 1.

Man dwells apart, though not alone,
He walks among his peers unread;
The best of thoughts which he hath known,
For lack of listeners are not said.
1760
JEAN INGELOW: Afternoon at a Parsonage, Afterthought.

It was a wild and lonely ride.
Save the hid loon's mocking cry,
Or marmot on the mountain side,
The earth was silent as the sky.
1761
HAMLIN GARLAND: The Long Trail.


Son.

Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand,
No son of mine succeeding.
1762
SHAKS.: Macbeth, Act iii., Sc. 1.

The booby father craves a booby son,
And by Heaven's blessing thinks himself undone.
1763
YOUNG: Love of Fame, Satire ii., Line 165.


Song.

And heaven had wanted one immortal song.
1764
DRYDEN: Absalom and Achitophel, Pt. i., Line 197.

That not in fancy's maze he wander'd long,
But stoop'd to truth, and moraliz'd his song.
1765
POPE: Prologue to the Satires, Line 340.

For dear to gods and men is sacred song.
Self-taught I sing; by Heaven, and Heaven alone,
The genuine seeds of poesy are sown.
1766
POPE: Odyssey, Bk. xxii., Line 382.


Sonnet.

Scorn not the sonnet. Critic, you have frowned,
Mindless of its just honors; with this key
Shakespeare unlocked his heart.
1767
WORDSWORTH: Scorn not the Sonnet.


Sorrow.

Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak
Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break.
1768
SHAKS.: Macbeth, Act iv., Sc. 3.

One sorrow never comes, but brings an heir,
That may succeed as his inheritor.
1769
SHAKS.: Pericles, Act i., Sc. 4.

Nothing comes to us too soon but sorrow.
1770
BAILEY: Festus, Sc. Home.

This is truth the poet sings,
That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things.
1771
TENNYSON: Locksley Hall, St. 38.


Soul.

But whither went his soul, let such relate
Who search the secrets of the future state.
1772
DRYDEN: Palamon and Arcite, Bk. iii., Line 2120.

It is the Soul's prerogative, its fate
To shape the outward to its own estate.
1773
R.H. DANA: Thoughts on the Soul.

The gods approve
The depth, and not the tumult, of the soul.
1774
WORDSWORTH: Laodamia.


Sound.

'T is not enough no harshness gives offence,—
The sound must seem an echo to the sense.
1775
POPE: E. on Criticism, Pt. ii., Line 162.


Spain.

Fair land! of chivalry the old domain,
Land of the vine and olive, lovely Spain!
1776
MRS. HEMANS: Abencerrage, Canto ii., Line 1.


Spear.

His spear, to equal which the tallest pine
Hewn on Norwegian hills to be the mast
Of some great ammiral were but a wand.
1777
MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. i., Line 292.


Speech.

Rude am I in my speech
And little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace.
1778
SHAKS.: Othello, Act i., Sc. 3.

Speech is but broken light upon the depth
Of the unspoken; even your loved words
Float in the larger meaning of your voice
As something dimmer.
1779
GEORGE ELIOT: Spanish Gypsy, Bk. 1.


Spenser.

Nor shall my verse that elder bard forget,
The gentle Spenser, fancy's pleasing son;
Who, like a copious river, poured his song
O'er all the mazes of enchanted ground.
1780
THOMSON: Seasons, Summer, Line 1574.


Spires.

Ye swelling hills and spacious plains!
Besprent from shore to shore with steeple towers,
And spires whose "silent finger points to heaven."
1781
WORDSWORTH: Excursion, Bk. vi., Line 17.


Spirits.

I can call spirits from the vasty deep.
Why, so can I; or so can any man:
But will they come, when you do call for them?
1782
SHAKS.: 1 Henry IV., Act iii., Sc. 1.

Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth
Unseen, both when we wake and when we sleep.
1783
MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. iv., Line 677.


Splendor.

Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower.
1784
WORDSWORTH: Intimations of Immortality, St. 10.


Sport.

Thick around
Thunders the sport of those, who with the gun
And dog, impatient bounding at the shot,
Worse than the season desolate the fields.
1785
THOMSON: Seasons, Winter, Line 788.


Spring.

In the spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove;
In the spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
1786
TENNYSON: Locksley Hall, Line 19.

Come, gentle Spring, ethereal mildness, come;
And from the bosom of your dropping cloud,
While music wakes around, veiled in a shower
Of shadowing roses, on our plains descend.
1787
THOMSON: Seasons, Spring, Line 1.

"Come, gentle Spring! ethereal mildness, come!"—
Oh! Thomson, void of rhyme as well as reason,
How could'st thou thus poor human nature hum?
There 's no such season.
1788
HOOD: Spring.


Stage.

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players,
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.
1789
SHAKS.: As You Like It, Act ii., Sc. 7.


Stars.

Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere.
1790
SHAKS.: 1 Henry IV., Act v., Sc. 4.

The stars of the night
Will lend thee their light,
Like tapers clear without number!
1791
HERRICK: Aph. Night Piece, To Julia.

Ye stars! which are the poetry of Heaven,
If in your bright leaves we would read the fate
Of men and empires,—'t is to be forgiven,
That in our aspirations to be great,
Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state,
And claim a kindred with you.
1792
BYRON: Ch. Harold, Canto iii., St. 88.

Now only here and there a little star
Looks forth alone.
1793
WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: The Constellations.


State.

A thousand years scarce serve to form a state:
An hour may lay it in the dust.
1794
BYRON: Ch. Harold, Canto ii., St. 84.


Statesman.

An honest statesman to a prince,
Is like a cedar planted by a spring;
The spring bathes the tree's root, the grateful tree
Rewards it with his shadow.
1795
WEBSTER: Duchess of Malfi, Act iii., Sc. 2.


Steed.

Hurrah, hurrah for Sheridan!
Hurrah, hurrah for horse and man!
And when their statues are placed on high,
Under the dome of the Union sky,—
The American soldier's Temple of Fame,—
There with the glorious General's name
Be it said in letters both bold and bright:
"Here is the steed that saved the day
By carrying Sheridan into the fight,
From Winchester,—twenty miles away!"
1796
THOMAS BUCHANAN READ: Sheridan's Ride.


Stones.

Put a tongue
In every wound of Cæsar that should move
The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
1797
SHAKS.: Jul. Cæsar, Act iii., Sc. 2.


Storms.

We often see, against some storm,
A silence in the heavens, the rack stand still,
The bold winds speechless, and the orb below
As hush as death.
1798
SHAKS.: Hamlet, Act ii., Sc. 2.

God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea
And rides upon the storm.
1799
COWPER: Light Shining out of Darkness.

Nail to the mast her holy flag,
Set every threadbare sail,
And give her to the god of storms,
The lightning and the gale!
1800
OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: Old Ironsides.


Story.

Her father loved me; oft invited me;
Still question'd me the story of my life,
From year to year, the battles, sieges, fortune,
That I have passed.
1801
SHAKS.: Othello, Act i., Sc. 3.

She thank'd me,
And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her,
I should but teach him how to tell my story,
And that would woo her.
1802
SHAKS.: Othello, Act i., Sc. 3.


Strangers.

By foreign hands thy dying eyes were clos'd,
By foreign hands thy decent limbs compos'd,
By foreign hands thy humble grave adorn'd,
By strangers honored, and by strangers mourn'd.
1803
POPE: To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady, Line 51.


Streets.

The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead
Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets.
1804
SHAKS.: Hamlet, Act i., Sc. 1.


Strength.

O, it is excellent
To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous
To use it like a giant.
1805
SHAKS.: M. for M., Act ii., Sc. 2.

To be strong
Is to be happy!
1806
LONGFELLOW: Christus, Golden Legend, Pt. ii.


Strife.

No fears to beat away, no strife to heal,—
The past unsighed for, and the future sure.
1807
WORDSWORTH: Laodamia.


Striving.

How far your eyes may pierce I cannot tell;
Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.
1808
SHAKS.: King Lear, Act i., Sc. 4.


Study.

Study is like the heaven's glorious sun,
That will not be deep-search'd with saucy looks;
Small have continual plodders ever won,
Save base authority from others' books.
1809
SHAKS.: Love's L. Lost, Act i., Sc. 1.

If not to some peculiar end design'd
Study 's the specious trifling of the mind,
Or is at best a secondary aim,
A chase for sport alone, and not for game.
1810
YOUNG: Love of Fame, Satire ii., Line 67.


Style.

The lives of trees lie only in the barks,
And in their styles the wit of greatest clerks.
1811
BUTLER: Sat. on Abuse of Human Learning, Line 211.


Success.

Didst thou never hear
That things ill got had ever bad success?
1812
SHAKS.: 3 Henry VI., Act ii., Sc. 2.

Life lives only in success.
1813
BAYARD TAYLOR: Amran's Wooing, St. 5.

'Tis not in mortals to command success;
But we'll do more, Sempronius—we'll deserve it.
1814
ADDISON: Cato, Act i., Sc. 2.


Suffering.

Yet tears to human suffering are due;
And mortal hopes defeated and o'erthrown
Are mourned by man, and not by man alone.
1815
WORDSWORTH: Laodamia.


Suicide.

Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life
Cuts off so many years of fearing death.
1816
SHAKS.: Jul. Cæsar, Act iii., Sc. 1.

—He
That kills himself to avoid misery, fears it;
And at the best shows but a bastard valor.
1817
MASSINGER: Maid of Honor, Act iv., Sc. 3.


Summer.

Eternal summer gilds them yet,
But all except their sun is set.
1818
Byron: Don Juan, Canto iii., St. 86. 1.

It is a sultry day; the sun has drunk
The dew that lay upon the morning grass;
There is no rustling in the lofty elm
That canopies my dwelling, and its shade
Scarce cools me. All is silent, save the faint
And interrupted murmur of the bee,
Settling on the sick flowers, and then again
Instantly on the wing.
1819
WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: Summer Wind.


Sun.

The glorious sun,
Stays in his course, and plays the alchemist;
Turning, with splendor of his precious eye,
The meagre cloddy earth to glittering gold.
1820
SHAKS.: King John, Act iii., Sc. 1.

Busy old fool, unruly sun,
Why dost thou thus,
Through windows and through curtains call on us?
1821
JOHN DONNE: The Sun-Rising.

My own hope is, a sun will pierce
The thickest cloud earth ever stretched.
1822
ROBERT BROWNING: Apparent Failure, vii.


Sunflower.

Light enchanted sunflower, thou
Who gazest ever true and tender
On the sun's revolving splendor!

---

Restless sunflowers, cease to move.
1823
SHELLEY: Tr. of "Magico Prodigioso" of Calderon, Sc. 3.

The heart that has truly lov'd never forgets,
But as truly loves on to the close,
As the sunflower turns on her god when he sets
The same look which she turn'd when he rose.
1824
MOORE: Believe Me, If all Those Endearing Young Charms.

Miles and miles of gold and green
Where the sunflowers blow
In a solid glow.
1825
ROBERT BROWNING: Lovers' Quarrel, St. 6.

Unloved, the sunflower, shining fair,
Ray round with flames her disk of seed.
1826
TENNYSON: In Memoriam, Pt. ci., St. 2.


Sunrise.

When from the opening chambers of the east
The morning springs in thousand liveries drest,
The early larks their morning tribute pay,
And, in shrill notes, salute the blooming day.
1827
THOMSON: The Morning in the Country.

'Tis morn. Behold the kingly Day now leaps
The eastern wall of earth with sword in hand,
Clad in a flowing robe of mellow light.
Like to a king that has regain'd his throne,
He warms his drooping subjects into joy,
That rise rejoiced to do him fealty,
And rules with pomp the universal world.
1828
JOAQUIN MILLER: Ina, Sc. 2.


Sunset.

The weary sun hath made a golden set,
And, by the bright track of his fiery car,
Gives token of a goodly day to-morrow.
1829
SHAKS.: Richard III., Act v., Sc. 3.

O the wondrous golden sunset of the blest October day.
1830
JULIA C.R. DORR: Margery Grey, St. 24.

The descending sun
Seems to caress the city that he loves,
And crowns it with the aureole of a saint.
1831
LONGFELLOW: Michael Angelo, Pt. i., 2.

The sun is going down,
And I must see the glory from the hill.
1832
GEORGE ELIOT: Agatha.


Sunshine.

See the gold sunshine patching,
And streaming and streaking across
The gray-green oaks; and catching,
By its soft brown beard, the moss.
1833
BAILEY: Festus, Sc. The Surface.

As sunshine broken in the rill,
Though turned astray, is sunshine still.
1834
MOORE: The Fire-Worshippers.


Surfeit.

As surfeit is the father of much fast,
So every scope, by the immoderate use,
Turns to restraint.
1835
SHAKS.: M. for M., Act i., Sc. 3.


Surprise.

The fool of nature stood with stupid eyes
And gaping mouth, that testified surprise.
1836
DRYDEN: Cymon and Iphigenia, Line 41.


Suspense.

For thee the fates, severely kind, ordain
A cool suspense, from pleasure and from pain.
1837
POPE: Eloisa to A., Line 249.


Suspicion.

Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind;
The thief doth fear each bush an officer.
1838
SHAKS.: 3 Henry VI., Act v., Sc. 6.


Swallow.

When Autumn scatters his departing gleams,
Warned of approaching Winter, gathered, play
The swallow-people; and tossed wide around
O'er the calm sky, in convolution swift,
The feathered eddy floats; rejoicing once,
Ere to their wintry slumbers they retire.
1839
THOMSON: Seasons, Autumn, Line 836.


Swans.

The swan, with arched neck
Between her white wings mantling proudly, rows
Her state with oary feet.
1840
MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. vii., Line 438.


Swearing.

And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two
And sleeps again.
1841
SHAKS.: Rom. and Jul., Act i., Sc. 4.

Take not His name, who made thy mouth, in vain;
It gets thee nothing, and hath no excuse.
1842
HERBERT: Temple, Church Porch, St. 10.


Sweetness.

Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour.
1843
SHAKS.: Richard II., Act i., Sc. 3.

Married to immortal verse,
Such as the meeting soul may pierce,
In notes with many a winding bout
Of linked sweetness long drawn out.
1844
MILTON: L'Allegro, Line 135.


Swiftness.

I go, I go; look how I go;
Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow.
1845
SHAKS.: Mid. N. Dream, Act iii., Sc. 2.

His golden locks time hath to silver turned;
O time too swift! O swiftness never ceasing!
1846
GEORGE PEELE: Sonnet, Polyhymnia.


Swimming.

How many a time have I
Cloven with arm still lustier, breast more daring,
The wave all roughen'd; with a swimmer's stroke
Flinging the billows back from my drench'd hair,
And laughing from my lip the audacious brine,
Which kiss'd it like a wine-cup, rising o'er
The waves as they arose, and prouder still
The loftier they uplifted me.
1847
BYRON: Two Foscari, Act i., Sc. 1.


Sword.

Full bravely hast thou fleshed
Thy maiden sword.
1848
SHAKS.: 1 Henry IV., Act v., Sc. 4.

Chase brave employment with a naked sword
Throughout the world.
1849
HERBERT: The Church Porch.


Sympathy.

Thou hast given me, in this beauteous face,
A world of earthly blessings to my soul,
If sympathy of love unite our thoughts.
1850
SHAKS.: 2 Henry VI., Act i., Sc. 1.

There's nought in this bad world like sympathy:
'Tis so becoming to the soul and face—
Sets to soft music the harmonious sigh,
And robes sweet friendship in a Brussels lace.
1851
BYRON: Don Juan, Canto xiv., St. 47.


Synods.

Synods are mystical bear-gardens,
Where elders, deputies, church-wardens,
And other members of the court,
Manage the Babylonish sport.
1852
BUTLER: Hudibras, Pt. i., Canto iii., Line 1095.

T.

Tale.

Who so shall telle a tale after a man,
He moste reherse, as neighe as ever he can,
Everich word, if it be in his charge,
All speke he never so rudely and so large.
1853
CHAUCER: Canterbury Tales, Prologue, Line 733.

But that I am forbid
To tell the secrets of my prison-house,
I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word
Would harrow up thy soul.
1854
SHAKS.: Hamlet, Act i., Sc. 5.

I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver
Of my whole course of love.
1855
SHAKS.: Othello, Act i., Sc. 3.

Meet me by moonlight alone,
And then I will tell you a tale
Must be told by the moonlight alone,
In the grove at the end of the vale!
1856
J.A. WADE: Meet Me by Moonlight.


Talk.

We will not stand to prate;
Talkers are no good doers; be assured
We go to use our hands, and not our tongues.
1857
SHAKS.: Richard III., Act i., Sc. 3.

But still his tongue ran on, the less
Of weight it bore, with greater ease
And with its everlasting clack,
Set all men's ears upon the rack.
1858
BUTLER: Hudibras, Pt. iii., Canto ii., Line 443.

They always talk who never think.
1859
PRIOR: Upon this Passage in the Scaligeriana.

Where Nature's end of language is declin'd,
And men talk only to conceal the mind.
1860
YOUNG: Love of Fame, Satire ii., Line 207.

It would talk,—
Lord! how it talked!
1861
BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: Scornful Lady, Act v., Sc. 1.


Tasso.

Tasso is their glory and their shame.
Hark to his strain! and then survey his cell!
And see how dearly earn'd Torquato's fame,
And where Alfonso bade his poet dwell.
1862
BYRON: Ch. Harold, Canto iv., St. 36.


Taste.

Talk what you will of taste, my friend, you'll find
Two of a face as soon as of a mind.
1863
POPE: Satire vi., Line 268.

Good native Taste, tho' rude, is seldom wrong,
Be it in music, painting, or in song:
But this, as well as other faculties,
Improves with age and ripens by degrees.
1864
ARMSTRONG: Taste, Line 26

Such and so various are the tastes of men.
1865
AKENSIDE: Pl. of the Imagination, Bk. iii., Line 567.


Taxation.

By heaven, I had rather coin my heart,
And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring
From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash,
By any indirection.
1866
SHAKS.: Jul. Cæsar, Act iv., Sc. 3.

Who nothing has to lose, the war bewails;
And he who nothing pays, at taxes rails.
1867
CONGREVE: Epis. to Sir Richard Temple. Of Pleasing, Line 17.


Tea.

For her own breakfast she'll project a scheme,
Nor take her tea without a stratagem.
1868
YOUNG: Love of Fame, Satire vi., Line 190.


Teaching.

I have labored,
And with no little study, that my teaching
And the strong course of my authority
Might go one way.
1869
SHAKS.: Henry VIII., Act v., Sc. 2.


Tears.

The big round tears
Cours'd one another down his innocent nose
In piteous chase.
1870
SHAKS.: As You Like It, Act ii., Sc. 1.

']Then fresh tears
Stood on her cheeks, as doth the honey-dew
Upon a gather'd lily almost wither'd.
1871
SHAKS.: Titus And., Act iii., Sc. 1.

Our present tears here, not our present laughter,
Are but the handsells of our joys hereafter.
1872
HERRICK: Noble Numbers, Tears.

Thrice he assay'd, and thrice in spite of scorn,
Tears, such as angels weep, burst forth.
1873
MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. i., Line 619.

A child will weep a bramble's smart,
A maid to see her sparrow part,
A stripling for a woman's heart:
But woe awaits a country, when
She sees the tears of bearded men.
1874
SCOTT: Marmion, Canto v., St. 16.

To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
1875
WORDSWORTH: Intimations of Immortality.

Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy Autumn fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.
1876
TENNYSON: The Princess, Pt. iv., Line 21.

Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile.
1877
CAMPBELL: Pl. of Hope, Pt. i., Line 180.

Under the sod and the dew,
Waiting the judgment day;
Love and tears for the Blue,
Tears and love for the Gray.
1878
FRANCIS M. FINCH: The Blue and the Gray.


Temper.

Ye gods, it doth amaze me
A man of such a feeble temper should
So get the start of the majestic world
And bear the palm alone.
1879
SHAKS.: Jul. Cæsar, Act i., Sc. 2.


Temperance.

Temp'rate in every place,—abroad, at home.
Thence will applause, and hence will profit come;
And health from either—he in time prepares
For sickness, age, and their attendant cares.
1880
CRABBE: The Borough, Letter xvii., Line 198.


Tempests.

The southern wind
Doth play the trumpet to his purposes;
And, by his hollow whistling in the leaves,
Foretells a tempest and a blustering day.
1881
SHAKS.: 1 Henry IV., Act v., Sc. 1.

Suddeine they see from midst of all the maine
The surging waters like a mountaine rise,
And the great sea puft up with proud disdaine,
To swell above the measure of his guise,
As threatning to devoure all that his powre despise.
1882
SPENSER: Faerie Queene, Bk. ii., Canto xii., St. 21.

From cloud to cloud the rending lightnings rage;
Till, in the furious elemental war
Dissolv'd, the whole precipitated mass,
Unbroken floods and solid torrents pours.
1883
THOMSON: Seasons, Summer, Line 799.

The sky
Is overcast, and musters muttering thunder,
In clouds that seem approaching fast, and show
In forked flashes a commanding tempest.
1884
BYRON: Sardanapalus, Act ii., Sc. 1.


Temptation.

Oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
The instruments of darkness tell us truths;
Win us with honest trifles, to betray us
In deepest consequence.
1885
SHAKS.: Macbeth, Act i., Sc. 3.

'Tis the temptation of the devil
That makes all human actions evil;
For saints may do the same things by
The spirit, in sincerity,
Which other men are tempted to,
And at the devil's instance do:
And yet the actions be contrary,
Just as the saints and wicked vary.
1886
BUTLER: Hudibras, Pt. ii., Canto ii., Line 233.

Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution,
She lives whom we call dead.
1887
LONGFELLOW: Resignation


Tenderness.

Higher than the perfect song
For which love longeth,
Is the tender fear of wrong,
That never wrongeth.
1888
BAYARD TAYLOR: Improvisations, Pt. v.


Tents.

Shall fold their tents like the Arabs,
And as silently steal away.
1889
LONGFELLOW: The Day is Done.


Terror.

There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats.
1890
SHAKS.: Jul. Cæsar, Act iv., Sc. 3.


Test.

Bring me to the test,
And I the matter will re-word.
1891
SHAKS.: Hamlet, Act iii., Sc. 4.


Text.

And many a holy text around she strews,
That teach the rustic moralist to die.
1892
GRAY: Elegy, St. 21.


Thankfulness.

The poorest service is repaid with thanks.
1893
SHAKS.: Tam. of the S., Act iv., Sc. 3.

Thanks to men
Of noble minds, is honorable meed.
1894
SHAKS.: Titus And., Act i., Sc. 2.


Theatre.

As in a theatre, the eyes of men,
After a well-graced actor leaves the stage,
Are idly bent on him that enters next,
Thinking his prattle to be tedious.
1895
SHAKS.: Richard II., Act v., Sc. 5.


Thief.

The robb'd that smiles, steals something from the thief.
1896
SHAKS.: Othello, Act i., Sc. 3.


Thirst.

That panting thirst, which scorches in the breath
Of those that die the soldier's fiery death,
In vain impels the burning mouth to crave
One drop—the last—to cool it for the grave.
1897
BYRON: Lara, Canto ii., St. 16.


Thorn.

Why are we fond of toil and care?
Why choose the rankling thorn to wear?
1898
J.M. USTERI: Life let us Cherish.


Thought.

Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own.
1899
SHAKS.: Hamlet, Act iii., Sc. 2.

Thought alone is eternal.
1900
OWEN MEREDITH: Lucile, Pt. ii., Canto v., St. 16.

No thought which ever stirred
A human breast should be untold.
1901
ROBERT BROWNING: Paracelsus, Sc. 2.

Thought leapt out to wed with Thought
Ere Thought could wed itself with Speech.
1902
TENNYSON: In Memoriam, Pt. xxiii., St. 4.

Thought is deeper than all speech,
Feeling deeper than all thought;
Souls to souls can never teach
What unto themselves was taught.
1903
CHRISTOPHER P. CRANCH: Stanzas.


Thread.

Sewing at once a double thread,
A shroud as well as a shirt.
1904
HOOD: Song of the Shirt.


Threats.

If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak,
And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till
Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters.
1905
SHAKS.: Tempest, Act i., Sc. 2.

Back to thy punishment,
False fugitive, and to thy speed add wings,
Lest with a whip of scorpions I pursue
Thy ling'ring.
1906
MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. ii., Line 699.


Thrift.

Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral baked meats
Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.
1907
SHAKS.: Hamlet, Act i., Sc. 2.


Throne.

High on a throne of royal state, which far
Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind.
1908
MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. ii., Line 1.


Thunder.

And threat'ning France, plac'd like a painted Jove,
Kept idle thunder in his lifted hand.
1909
DRYDEN: Annus Mirabilis, St. 39.

Far along,
From peak to peak, the rattling crags among,
Leaps the live thunder.
1910
BYRON: Ch. Harold, Canto iii., St. 92.


Tide.

Even at the turning o' the tide.
1911
SHAKS.: Henry V., Act ii., Sc. 3.

There is a tide in the affairs of men
Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune.
1912
SHAKS.: Jul. Cæsar, Act iv., Sc. 3.


Time.

I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.
1913
SHAKS.: Richard II., Act v., Sc. 5.

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles to-day,
To-morrow will be dying.
1914
HERRICK: To Virgins to Make Much of Time.

Threefold the stride of Time, from first to last!
Loitering slow, the FUTURE creepeth—
Arrow-swift, the PRESENT sweepeth—
And motionless forever stands the PAST.
1915
SCHILLER: Sentences of Confucius, Time.


Tithes.

This priest he merry is and blithe
Three quarters of a year,
But oh! it cuts him like a scythe,
When tithing-time draws near.
1916
COWPER: Yearly Distress, St. 2.


Titles.

We all are soldiers, and all venture lives;
And where there is no difference in men's worth,
Titles are jests.
1917
BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: King or No King, Act i., Sc. 1.

Titles are marks of honest men and wise;
The fool or knave that wears a title, lies.
1918
YOUNG: Love of Fame, Satire i., Line 137.


Toad.

Squat like a toad, close at the ear of Eve.
1919
MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. iv., Line 800.


Tobacco.

Sublime tobacco! which from east to west
Cheers the tar's labor or the Turkman's rest.
1920
BYRON: The Island, Canto ii., St. 19.


To-day.

Happy the man and happy he alone,
He who can call to-day his own.
1921
DRYDEN: Im. of Horace, Bk. iii., Ode 29, Line 65.

Our cares are all To-day, our joys are all To-day;
And in one little word, our life, what is it but—To-day?
1922
TUPPER: Proverbial Phil. of To-day


Toil.

No man is born into the world whose work
Is not born with him. There is always work,
And tools to work withal, for those who will;
And blessed are the horny hands of toil.
1923
JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: A Glance Behind the Curtain.


Tomb.

E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries,
E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires.
1924
GRAY: Elegy, St. 23.


To-morrow.

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death.
1925
SHAKS.: Macbeth, Act v., Sc. 5.

Defer not till to-morrow to be wise,
To-morrow's sun on thee may never rise.
1926
CONGREVE: Letter to Cobham.

To-morrow comes and we are where?
Then let us live to-day.
1927
SCHILLER: The Victory Feast, St. 13.

Where art thou, beloved To-morrow?
Whom young and old, and strong and weak,
Rich and poor, through joy and sorrow,
Thy sweet smiles we ever seek—
In thy place—ah! well-a-day!
We find the thing we fled—To-day.
1928
SHELLEY: To-morrow.


Tongue.

While thou livest, keep a good tongue in thy head.
1929
SHAKS.: Tempest, Act iii., Sc. 2.

No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp,
And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee
Where thrift may follow fawning.
1930
SHAKS.: Hamlet, Act iii., Sc. 2.

Sacred interpreter of human thought,
How few respect or use thee as they ought!
But all shall give account of every wrong,
Who dare dishonor or defile the tongue.
1931
COWPER: Conversation, Line 23.


Tools.

For all a rhetorician's rules
Teach nothing but to name his tools.
1932
BUTLER: Hudibras, Pt. i., Canto i., Line 89.


Toothache.

There was never yet philosopher
That could endure the toothache patiently.
1933
SHAKS.: Much Ado, Act v., Sc. 1.


Torrent.

So the loud torrent and the whirlwind's roar
But bind him to his native mountains more.
1934
GOLDSMITH: Traveller, Line 217.


Torture.

The hell of waters! where they howl and hiss,
And boil in endless torture.
1935
BYRON: Ch. Harold, Canto iv., St. 69.


Towers.

Towers and battlements it sees
Bosom'd high in tufted trees.
1936
MILTON: L'Allegro, Line 75.


Town.

God made the country, and man made the town.
1937
COWPER: Task, Bk i., Line 749.


Toys.

Seeks painted trifles and fantastic toys,
And eagerly pursues imaginary joys.
1938
AKENSIDE: Virtuoso, St. 10.


Trade.

But times are alter'd; trade's unfeeling train
Usurp the land, and dispossess the swain;
Along the lawn, where scatter'd hamlets rose,
Unwieldy wealth and cumbrous pomp repose.
1939
GOLDSMITH: Des. Village, Line 63.

Trade's proud empire hastes to swift decay.
1940
DR. JOHNSON: Line added to Goldsmith's Des. Village.


Tranquillity.

Like ships that have gone down at sea
When heaven was all tranquillity.
1941
MOORE: Lalla Rookh, The Light of the Harem.


Traveller—Travelling.

Now spurs the lated traveller apace
To gain the timely inn.
1942
SHAKS.: Macbeth, Act iii., Sc. 3.

When I was at home, I was in a better place;
But travellers must be content.
1943
SHAKS.: As You Like It, Act ii., Sc. 4.

In travelling
I shape myself betimes to idleness
And take fools' pleasures....
1944
GEORGE ELIOT: Spanish Gypsy, Bk. i.


Treason.

Then I, and you, and all of us fell down,
Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us.
1945
SHAKS.: Jul. Cæsar, Act iii., Sc. 2.

So Judas kiss'd his master,
And cried—All hail! when as he meant—all harm.
1946
SHAKS.: 3 Henry VI., Act v., Sc. 7.

Treason doth never prosper: what's the reason?
Why, if it prosper, none dare call it treason.
1947
SIR JOHN HARRINGTON: Epigrams, Bk. iv., Epigram 5.

Treason is not own'd when 'tis descried;
Successful crimes alone are justified.
1948
DRYDEN: Medals, Line 207.


Treasure.

The unsunn'd heaps
Of miser's treasure.
1949
MILTON: Comus, Line 398.


Trees.

Trees can smile in light at the sinking sun
Just as the storm comes, as a girl would look
On a departing lover—most serene.
1950
ROBERT BROWNING: Pauline, Line 726.

The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned
To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave,
And spread the roof above them.
1951
WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: Forest Hymn.

Sure thou didst flourish once! and many springs,
Many bright mornings, much dew, many showers,
Passed o'er thy head; many light hearts and wings,
Which now are dead, lodg'd in thy living bowers.
1952
HENRY VAUGHAN: The Timber.

A brotherhood of venerable trees.
1953
WORDSWORTH: Sonnet composed at —— Castle.


Trial.

We learn through trial.
1954
MARGARET J. PRESTON: Attainment, St. 7.


Trifles.

Since trifles make the sum of human things,
And half our misery from our foibles springs.
1955
HANNAH MORE: Sensibility.

Think nought a trifle, though it small appear;
Small sands the mountain, moments make the year;
And trifles life.
1956
YOUNG: Love of Fame, Satire vi., Line 193.


Triumph.

Why comes temptation, but for man to meet
And master, and make crouch beneath his foot,
And so be pedestaled in triumph?
1957
ROBERT BROWNING: The Ring and the Book, Line 1185.


Trouble.

Double, double toil and trouble,
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
1958
SHAKS.: Macbeth, Act iv., Sc. 1.

To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The stings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them.
1959
SHAKS.: Hamlet, Act iii., Sc. 1.


Truth.

Truth is the highest thing that man may keep.
1960
CHAUCER: The Frankeleines Tale, Line 11789.

O, while you live, tell truth, and shame the devil.
1961
SHAKS.: 1 Henry IV., Act iii., Sc. 1.

Truth crushed to earth shall rise again:
The eternal years of God are hers.
1962
WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: The Battle-field.

Dare to be true. Nothing can need a lie;
A fault, which needs it most, grows two thereby.
1963
HERBERT: Temple, Church Porch, St. 13.

Truth has such a face and such a mien,
As to be lov'd, needs only to be seen.
1964
DRYDEN: Hind and Panther, Pt. i., Line 33.

He is the freeman whom the truth makes free,
And all are slaves beside.
1965
COWPER: Task, Bk. v., Line 133.

Truth is one;
And, in all lands beneath the sun,
Whoso hath eyes to see may see
The tokens of its unity.
1966
WHITTIER: Miriam.

Truth is truth howe'er it strike.
1967
ROBERT BROWNING: La Saisiaz, Line 198.

I love truth: truth's no cleaner thing than love.
1968
MRS. BROWNING: Aurora Leigh, Bk. iii., Line 735.

Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
1969
KEATS: Ode on a Grecian Urn.

Truth forever on the scaffold, Wrong forever on the throne.
1970
JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: Present Crisis, St. 8.


Tulips.

Then comes the tulip race, where beauty plays
Her idle freaks; from family diffused
To family, as flies the father-dust,
The varied colors run; and while they break
On the charmed eye, the exulting florist marks,
With secret pride, the wonders of his hand.
1971
THOMSON: Seasons, Spring, Line 539.


Tune.

Strange that a harp of thousand strings
Should keep in tune so long!
1972
WATTS: Hymns and Spiritual Songs, Bk. ii., Hymn 19.


Turf.

Green be the turf above thee,
Friend of my better days!
1973
FITZ-GREENE HALLECK: On Joseph Rodman Drake.


Turk.

Should such a man, too fond to rule alone,
Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne.
1974
POPE: Prologue to the Satires, Line 197.


Twilight.

Now came still evening on, and twilight gray
Had in her sober livery all things clad.
1975
MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. iv., Line 598.

Peacefully
The quiet stars came out, one after one;
The holy twilight fell upon the sea,
The summer day was done.
1976
CELIA THAXTER: A Summer Day, St. 15


Tyranny.

'Tis time to fear, when tyrants seem to kiss.
1977
SHAKS.: Pericles, Act i., Sc. 2.

'Twixt kings and tyrants there's this difference known—
Kings seek their subjects' good, tyrants their own.
1978
HERRICK: Aph. Kings and Tyrants.

Think'st thou there is no tyranny but that
Of blood and chains?
1979
BYRON: Sardanapalus, Act i., Sc. 2.

U.

Uncertainty.

Oh, how this spring of love resembleth
The uncertain glory of an April day!
1980
SHAKS.: Two Gent. of V., Act i., Sc. 3.


Unity.

Two souls with but a single thought,
Two hearts that beat as one.
1981
MARIA WHITE LOWELL: Ingomar the Barbarian, Act ii.


Unkindness.

This was the most unkindest cut of all.
1982
SHAKS.: Jul. Cæsar, Act iii., Sc. 2.


Use.

These things are beyond all use,
And I do fear them.
1983
SHAKS.: Jul. Cæsar, Act ii., Sc. 2.

V.

Vacuity.

He trudged along, unknowing what he sought,
And whistled as he went, for want of thought.
1984
DRYDEN: Cym. and Iph., Line 84.


Valentine.

Oft have I heard both youths and virgins say,
Birds choose their mates, and couple too, this day;
But by their flight I never can divine
When I shall couple with my Valentine.
1985
HERRICK: Aph. To His Valentine.


Valor.

Fear to do base unworthy things is valor;
If they be done to us, to suffer them,
Is valor too.
1986
BEN JONSON: New Inn, Act iv., Sc. 3.


Vanity.

Light vanity, insatiate cormorant
Consuming means, soon preys upon itself.
1987
SHAKS.: Richard II., Act ii., Sc. 1.

What dotage will not Vanity maintain?
What web too weak to catch a modern brain?
1988
COWPER: Expostulation, Line 630.


Vapor.

A wing vapor melting in a tear.
1989
POPE: Odyssey, Bk. xix., Line 143.


Variety.

Variety's the very spice of life,
That gives it all its flavor.
1990
COWPER: Task, Bk. ii., Line 606.


Vault.

Heaven's ebon vault
Studded with stars unutterably bright.
1991
SHELLEY: Queen Mab.


Vengeance.

In high vengeance there is noble scorn.
1992
GEORGE ELIOT: Spanish Gypsy, Bk. iv.


Venice.

I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs,
A palace and a prison on each hand.
1993
BYRON: Ch. Harold, Canto iv., St. 1.

In Venice, Tasso's echoes are no more,
And silent rows the songless gondolier.
1994
BYRON: Ch. Harold, Canto iv., St. 3.


Venus.

Love seldom haunts the breast where learning lies,
And Venus sets ere Mercury can rise.
1995
POPE: Wife of Bath, Her Prologue, Line 369.


Verse.

Whoe'er offends at some unlucky time
Slides into verse, and hitches in a rhyme.
1996
POPE: Satire i., Bk. ii., Line 76.

Verse sweetens toil, however rude the sound;
She feels no biting pang the while she sings.
1997
RICHARD GIFFORD: Contemplation.


Vice.

There is no vice so simple, but assumes
Some mark of virtue on his outward parts.
1998
SHAKS.: M. of Venice, Act iii., Sc. 2.

I hate when vice can bolt her arguments,
And virtue has no tongue to check her pride.
1999
MILTON: Comus, Line 760.

Vice is a monster of so frightful mien,
As to be hated needs but to be seen;
Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face,
We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
2000
POPE: Essay on Man, Epis. ii., Line 217.


Victory.

Thus far our fortune keeps an upward course,
And we are grac'd with wreaths of victory.
2001
SHAKS.: 3 Henry VI., Act v., Sc. 3.

"But what good came of it at last?"
Quoth little Peterkin.
"Why, that I cannot tell," said he;
"But 'twas a famous victory."
2002
ROBERT SOUTHEY: Battle of Blenheim.


Village.

Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain.
2003
GOLDSMITH: Des. Village.

Suburban villas, highway-side retreats,
That dread th' encroachment of our growing streets,
Tight boxes neatly sash'd, and in a blaze
With all a July sun's collected rays,
Delight the citizen, who gasping there,
Breathes clouds of dust, and calls it country air.
2004
COWPER: Retirement, Line 481.


Villain.

Which is the villain? Let me see his eyes;
That when I note another man like him
I may avoid him.
2005
SHAKS.: Much Ado, Act v., Sc. 1.


Vine.

Come, thou monarch of the vine,
Plumpy Bacchus with pink eyne!
2006
SHAKS.: Ant. and Cleo., Act ii., Sc. 7.


Violet.

A violet by a mossy stone
Half hidden from the eye;
Fair as a star, when only one
Is shining in the sky.
2007
WORDSWORTH: She Dwelt among the Untrodden Ways.

Odors, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
2008
SHELLEY: Music, When Soft Voices Die.

What thought is folded in thy leaves!
What tender thought, what speechless pain!
I hold thy faded lips to mine,
Thou darling of the April rain!
2009
THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH: The Faded Violet.


Virtue.

Heaven doth with us, as we with torches do;
Not light them for themselves: for if our virtues
Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike
As if we had them not.
2010
SHAKS.: M. for M., Act i., Sc. 1.

Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues
We write in water.
2011
SHAKS.: Henry III., Act iv., Sc. 2.

Assume a virtue if you have it not.
2012
SHAKS.: Hamlet, Act iii., Sc. 4.

Virtue may be assail'd, but never hurt;
Surpris'd by unjust force, but not enthrall'd;
Yea, even that which mischief meant most harm,
Shall in the happy trial prove most glory.
2013
MILTON: Comus, Line 589.

Sometimes virtue starves while vice is fed,
What then? Is the reward of virtue bread?
2014
POPE: Essay on Man, Epis. iv., Line 149.


Vision.

And in clear dream and solemn vision
Tell her of things that no gross ear can hear.
2015
MILTON: Comus, Line 453.


Voice.

Her voice was ever soft,
Gentle, and low; an excellent thing in woman.
2016
SHAKS.: King Lear, Act v., Sc. 3.


Vows.

Unheedful vows may needfully be broken.
2017
SHAKS.: Two Gent. of V., Act ii., Sc. 6.

It is the hour when lovers' vows
Seem sweet in every whisper'd word.
2018
BYRON: Parisina, St. 1.

W.

Wagers.

Quoth she, I've heard old cunning stagers
Say fools for arguments use wagers.
2019
BUTLER: Hudibras, Pt. ii., Canto i., Line 297.


Walks.

A pillar'd shade
High overarch'd, and echoing walks between.
2020
MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. ix., Line 1106.

Whene'er I take my walks abroad,
How many poor I see!
2021
WATTS: Divine Songs, Song iv.


War.

O war, thou son of hell,
Whom angry heav'ns do make their minister,
Throw in the frozen bosoms of our part
Hot coals of vengeance!—Let no soldier fly;
He that is truly delicate to war
Hath no self-love: nor he that loves himself.
2022
SHAKS.: 2 Henry VI., Act v., Sc. 2.

Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front.
2023
SHAKS.: Richard III., Act i., Sc. 1.

War's a game, which, were their subjects wise,
Kings would not play at.
2024
COWPER: Task, Bk. v., Line 186.

War, war is still the cry, "War even to the knife!"
2025
BYRON: Ch. Harold, Canto i., St. 86.

War is a terrible trade; but in the cause that is righteous,
Sweet is the smell of powder.
2026
LONGFELLOW: Courtship of Miles Standish, Pt. iv., Line 135.


Warning.

Men that stumble at the threshold,
Are well foretold that danger lurks within.
2027
SHAKS.: 3 Henry VI., Act iv., Sc. 7.


Warrior.

But he lay like a warrior taking his rest,
With his martial cloak around him.
2028
CHARLES WOLFE: Burial of Sir John Moore.


Washington.

Washington's a watchword such as ne'er
Shall sink while there's an echo left to air.
2029
BYRON: Age of Bronze, St. 5.


Water.

Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.
2030
SHAKS.: 2 Henry VI., Act iii., Sc. 1.

Till taught by pain,
Men really know not what good water's worth:
If you had been in Turkey or in Spain,
Or with a famish'd boat's crew had your berth,
Or in the desert heard the camel's bell,
You'd wish yourself where truth is—in a well.
2031
BYRON: Don Juan, Canto ii., St. 84.


Wave.

So gently shuts the eye of day;
So dies a wave along the shore.
2032
MRS. BARBAULD: Death of the Virtuous.

A life on the ocean wave!
A home on the rolling deep,
Where the scattered waters rave,
And the winds their revels keep!
2033
EPES SARGENT: Life On the Ocean Wave.


Way.

Like one that had been led astray
Through the heav'n's wide, pathless way.
2034
MILTON: Il Penseroso, Line 65.


Weakness.

If weakness may excuse,
What murderer, what traitor, parricide,
Incestuous, sacrilegious, but may plead it?
All wickedness is weakness; that plea, therefore,
With God or man will gain thee no remission.
2035
MILTON: Sam. Agonistes, Line 831.


Wealth.

If thou art rich, thou art poor;
For, like an ass, whose back with ingots bows,
Thou bearest thy heavy riches but a journey,
And death unloads thee.
2036
SHAKS.: M. for M., Act iii., Sc. 1.

To purchase heaven, has gold the power?
Can gold remove the mortal hour?
In life, can love be bought with gold?
Are friendship's pleasures to be sold?
2037
DR. JOHNSON: To a Friend.


Weeds.

Have hung
My dank and dropping weeds
To the stern god of sea.
2038
MILTON: Tr. of Horace, Bk. i., Ode 5.


Welcome.

So, you are very welcome to our house.
It must appear in other ways than words,
Therefore, I scant this breathing courtesy.
2039
SHAKS.: M. of Venice, Act v., Sc. 1.

A hundred thousand welcomes: I could weep,
And I could laugh; I am light and heavy: Welcome.
2040
SHAKS.: Coriolanus, Act ii., Sc. 1.


Wheel.

I wandered by the brookside,
I wandered by the mill;
I could not hear the brook flow,
The noisy wheel was still.
2041
RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES: The Brookside.


Wickedness.

There is a method in man's wickedness,—
It grows up by degrees.
2042
BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: A King and No King, Act v., Sc. 4.


Widows.

May widows wed as often as they can,
And ever for the better change their man;
And some devouring plague pursue their lives,
Who will not well be govern'd by their wives.
2043
DRYDEN: Wife of Bath, Line 543.


Wife.

She is mine own:
And I as rich in having such a jewel,
As twenty seas, if all their sands were pearl,
The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.
2044
SHAKS.: Two Gent. of V., Act ii., Sc. 4.

We'll leave a proof, by that which we will do,
Wives may be merry, and yet honest too.
2045
SHAKS.: Mer. W. of W., Act iv., Sc. 2.

The wife, where danger or dishonor lurks,
Safest and seemliest by her husband stays,
Who guards her, or with her the worst endures.
2046
MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. ix., Line 267.

She is a bonnie wee thing,
This sweet wee wife o' mine.
2047
BURNS: My Wife's a Winsome Wee Thing.

The world well tried—the sweetest thing in life
Is the unclouded welcome of a wife.
2048
N.P. WILLIS: Lady Jane, Canto ii., St. 11.


Wilderness.

Oh for a lodge in some vast wilderness,
Some boundless contiguity of shade.
2049
COWPER: Task, Bk. ii., Line 1.


Will.

A weapon that comes down as still
As snowflakes fall upon the sod;
But executes a freeman's will,
As lightning does the will of God.
2050
JOHN PIERPONT: A Word from a Petitioner.


Willow.

A poore soule sat sighing under a sycamore tree;
Oh, willow, willow, willow!
With his hand on his bosom, his head on his knee,
Oh, willow, willow, willow!
2051
THOMAS PERCY: Willow, Willow, Willow.


Wind.

What wind blew you hither, Pistol?
Not the ill wind which blows none to good.
2052
SHAKS.: 2 Henry IV., Act v., Sc. 3.

The wind is rising; it seizes and shakes
The doors and window-blinds and makes
Mysterious moanings in the halls;
The convent-chimneys seem almost
The trumpets of some heavenly host,
Setting its watch upon our walls!
2053
LONGFELLOW: Christus, Abbot Joachim.

A gentle wind of western birth,
From some far summer sea,
Wakes daisies in the wintry earth.
2054
GEORGE MACDONALD: Songs of the Spring Days.

A melancholy sound is in the air,
A deep sigh in the distance, a shrill wail
Around my dwelling. 'Tis the Wind of night.
2055
WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: A Rain Dream.


Windows.

Rich windows that exclude the light,
And passages that lead to nothing.
2056
GRAY: A Long Story.


Wine.

Wine makes Love forget its care,
And mirth exalts a feast.
2057
PARNELL: Anacreontic, "Gay Bacchus, etc.", St. 2.

And wine can of their wits the wise beguile,
Make the sage frolic, and the serious smile.
2058
POPE: Odyssey, Bk. xiv., Line 520.


Wing.

This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing
To waft me from distraction.
2059
BYRON: Ch. Harold, Canto iii., St. 85.

How at heaven's gates she claps her wings,
The morne not waking til she sings.
2060
JOHN LYLY: Cupid and Campaspe, Act v., Sc. 1


Winter.

Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York.
2061
SHAKS.: Richard III., Act i., Sc. 1.

See, Winter comes to rule the varied year,
Sullen and sad, with all his rising train,
Vapors, and clouds, and storms.
2062
THOMSON: Seasons, Winter, Line 1.

But Winter has yet brighter scenes—he boasts
Splendors beyond what gorgeous Summer knows;
Or Autumn with his many fruits, and woods
All flushed with many hues.
2063
WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: A Winter Piece.

No vernal blooms their torpid rocks array,
But winter lingering chills the lap of May.
2064
GOLDSMITH: Traveller, Line 171.

In rigorous hours, when down the iron lane
The redbreast looks in vain
For hips and haws,
Lo, shining flowers upon my window-pane
The silver pencil of the winter draws.
2065
ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON: Winter.


Wisdom.

Wisdom and fortune combating together,
If that the former dare but what it can,
No chance may shake it.
2066
SHAKS.: Ant. and Cleo., Act iii., Sc. 11.

What is it to be wise?
'Tis but to know how little can be known;
To see all others' faults, and feel your own.
2067
POPE: Essay on Man, Epis. iv., Line 260.

The stream from Wisdom's well,
Which God supplies, is inexhaustible.
2068
BAYARD TAYLOR: Wisdom of All.

And Wisdom's self
Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude.
2069
MILTON: Comus, Line 373.


Wishes.

Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought.
2070
SHAKS.: 2 Henry IV., Act iv., Sc. 4.

Our wishes lengthen, as our sun declines.
2071
YOUNG: Night Thoughts, Night v., Line 662.


Wit—Wits.

I hold a mouses wit not worth a leke,
That hath but one hole for to sterten to.
2072
CHAUCER: Canterbury Tales, The Wif of Bathes Prologue, Line 6154.

Wit's an unruly engine, wildly striking
Sometimes a friend, sometimes the engineer.
2073
HERBERT: Temple, Church Porch, St. 41.

Great wits are sure to madness near allied,
And thin partitions do their bounds divide.
2074
DRYDEN: Absalom and Achitophel, Pt. i., Line 163.

Men famed for wit, of dangerous talents vain,
Treat those of common parts with proud disdain.
2075
CRABBE: Patron, Line 229.

Though I am young, I scorn to flit
On the wings of borrowed wit.
2076
GEORGE WITHER: The Shepherd's Hunting.


Witches.

Midnight hags,
By force of potent spells, of bloody characters,
And conjurations, horrible to hear,
Call fiends and spectres from the yawning deep,
And set the ministers of hell at work.
2077
ROWE: Jane Shore, Act iv., Sc. 1.


Woe.

But I have that within which passeth show;
These but the trappings and the suits of woe.
2078
SHAKS.: Hamlet, Act i., Sc. 1.

Woes cluster; rare are solitary woes;
They love a train, they tread each other's heel.
2079
YOUNG: Night Thoughts, Night iii., Line 63.

Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure
Thrill the deepest notes of woe.
2080
BURNS: Sweet Sensibility.


Wolf.

He's the symbol of hunger the whole earth through,
His spectre sits at the door or cave,
And the homeless hear with a thrill of fear
The sound of his wind-swept voice on the air.
2081
HAMLIN GARLAND: The Gaunt Gray Wolf.


Woman.

Women are as roses; whose fair flower,
Being once display'd, doth fall that very hour.
2082
SHAKS.: Tw. Night, Act ii., Sc. 4.

Honor to women! to them it is given
To garden the earth with the roses of Heaven.
2083
SCHILLER: Honor to Women.

Nothing lovelier can be found
In woman, than to study household good,
And good works in her husband to promote.
2084
MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. ix., Line 232.

O woman! lovely woman! Nature made thee
To temper man; we had been brutes without you.
2085
OTWAY: Venice Preserved, Act i., Sc. 1.

Where is the man who has the power and skill
To stem the torrent of a woman's will?
For if she will, she will, you may depend on 't;
And if she won't, she won't; so there's an end on 't.
2086
Copied from the pillar erected on the mount in the
Dane John Field, Canterbury.  [Examiner: May 31, 1829.]

And yet believe me, good as well as ill,
Woman's at best a contradiction still.
Heaven, when it strives to polish all it can
Its last best work, but forms a softer man.
2087
POPE: Moral Essays, Epis. ii., Line 269.

Earth's noblest thing, a woman perfected.
2088
JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: Irene.

And whether coldness, pride, or virtue, dignify
A woman; so she's good, what does it signify?
2089
BYRON: Don Juan, Canto xiv., St. 57.

Oh, woman! in our hours of ease,
Uncertain, coy, and hard to please,
And variable as the shade
By the light quivering aspen made;
When pain and anguish wring the brow,
A ministering angel thou!
2090
SCOTT: Marmion, Canto vi., St. 30.

The woman that deliberates is lost.
2091
ADDISON: Cato, Act iv., Sc. 1.

A woman mixed of such fine elements
That were all virtue and religion dead
She'd make them newly, being what she was.
2092
GEORGE ELIOT: The Spanish Gypsy, Bk. ii.

Till we are built like angels, with hammer, and chisel, and pen,
We will work for ourselves and a woman, for ever and ever, Amen.
2093
RUDYARD KIPLING: An Imperial Rescript.


Wonder.

A schoolboy's tale, the wonder of an hour!
2094
BYRON: Ch. Harold, Canto ii., St. 2.


Woodland.

Yon woodland, like a human mind,
Has many a phase of dark and light;
Now dim with shadows wandering blind,
Now radiant with fair shapes of light.
2095
PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE: The Woodland.


Woodman.

Woodman, spare that tree!
Touch not a single bough!
In youth it sheltered me,
And I'll protect it now.
2096
GEORGE P. MORRIS: Woodman, Spare that Tree.


Woods.

Fresh gales and gentle airs
Whisper'd it to the woods, and from their wings
Flung rose, flung odors from the spicy shrub.
2097
MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. viii., Line 508.


Words.

'Tis well said again,
And 'tis a kind of good deed to say well:
And yet words are no deeds.
2098
SHAKS.: Henry VIII., Act iii., Sc. 2.

My words fly up, my thoughts remain below:
Words without thoughts, never to heaven go.
2099
SHAKS.: Hamlet, Act iii., Sc. 3.

Apt words have power to 'suage
The tumors of a troubled mind;
And are as balm to fester'd wounds.
2100
MILTON: Samson Agonistes, Line 184.

Our words have wings, but fly not where we would.
2101
GEORGE ELIOT: Spanish Gypsy, Bk. iii.

Words, however, are things.
2102
OWEN MEREDITH: Lucile, Pt. i., Canto ii., St. 6.


Wordsworth.

Time may restore us in his course
Goethe's sage mind and Byron's force;
But where will Europe's latter hour
Again find Wordsworth's healing power?
2103
MATTHEW ARNOLD: Memorial Verses.


Work.

Free men freely work:
Whoever fears God, fears to sit at ease.
2104
MRS. BROWNING: Aurora Leigh, Bk. viii., Line 752.

Men must work, and women must weep.
2105
CHARLES KINGSLEY: The Three Fishers.


World.

Why, then, the world's mine oyster,
Which I with sword will open.
2106
SHAKS.: Mer. W. of W., Act ii., Sc. 2.

You have too much respect upon the world:
They lose it that do buy it with much care.
2107
SHAKS.: M. of Venice, Act i., Sc. 1.

Fast by hanging in a golden chain,
This pendent world, in bigness as a star.
2108
MILTON: Par. Lost, Bk. ii., Line 1051.

This world is all a fleeting show,
For man's illusion given;
The smiles of joy, the tears of woe,
Deceitful shine, deceitful flow—
There 's nothing true but Heaven.
2109
MOORE: This World is all a Fleeting Show.

I have not loved the world, nor the world me.
2110
BYRON: Ch. Harold, Canto iii., St. 113.


Worm.

The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on.
2111
SHAKS.: 3 Henry VI., Act ii., Sc. 2.


Worship.

There may be worship without words.
2112
LONGFELLOW: My Cathedral.


Worth.

Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow;
The rest is all but leather or prunella.
2113
POPE: Essay on Man, Epis. iv., Line 203.


Wounds.

Give me another horse: bind up my wounds.
2114
SHAKS.: Richard III., Act v., Sc. 3.

Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike.
2115
POPE: Prol. to the Satires, Line 201.


Wrath.

Come not within the measure of my wrath.
2116
SHAKS.: Two Gent. of V., Act v., Sc. 4.

Achilles' wrath, to Greece the direful spring
Of woes unnumber'd, heavenly goddess, sing!
2117
POPE: Iliad, Bk. i., Line 1.


Wreaths.

Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths,
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments.
2118
SHAKS.: Richard III., Act i., Sc. 1.


Wrecks.

Methought I saw a thousand fearful wrecks,
Ten thousand men that fishes gnawed upon.
2119
SHAKS.: Richard III., Act i., Sc. 4.


Wretch.

A needy, hollow-eyed, sharp-looking wretch,
A living dead man.
2120
SHAKS.: Com. of Errors, Act v., Sc. 1.


Writing.

You write with ease to show your breeding,
But easy writing's curs'd hard reading.
2121
SHERIDAN: Clio's Prot.

Of all those arts in which the wise excel,
Nature's chief masterpiece is writing well.
2122
SHEFFIELD, DUKE OF BUCKINGHAMSHIRE: Essay on Poetry.


Wrong.

Behold on wrong
Swift vengeance waits; and art subdues the strong!
2123
POPE: Odyssey, Bk. viii., Line 367.

Wrongs unredressed, or insults unavenged.
2124
WORDSWORTH: Excursion, Bk. iii.