Chapter IV: Part 4

If man loses all, when life is lost, He lives a coward, or a fool expires. A daring infidel (and such there are, From pride, example, lucre, rage, revenge, Or pure heroical defect of thought,) Of all earth's madmen, most deserves a chain. 980 YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night vii., Line 199.

=Influence.=

No life Can be pure in its purpose and strong in its strife, And all life not be purer and stronger thereby. 981 OWEN MEREDITH: _Lucile,_ Pt. ii., Canto vi., St. 40.

Ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize. 982 MILTON: _L'Allegro,_ Line 121.

=Ingratitude.=

I hate ingratitude more in a man Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness, Or any taint of vice, whose strong corruption Inhabits our frail blood. 983 SHAKS.: _Tw. Night,_ Act iii., Sc. 4.

Ingratitude! thou marble-hearted fiend, More hideous, when thou show'st thee in a child, Than the sea-monster! 984 SHAKS.: _King Lear,_ Act i., Sc. 4.

How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is To have a thankless child. 985 SHAKS.: _King Lear,_ Act i., Sc. 4.

=Inhumanity.=

Man's inhumanity to man Makes countless thousands mourn. 986 BURNS: _Man was Made to Mourn._

=Inn.=

Whoe'er has travelled life's dull round, Where'er his stages may have been, May sigh to think he still has found, The warmest welcome at an inn. 987 SHENSTONE: _Lines on Window of Inn at Henley._

=Innocence.=

The silence often of pure innocence Persuades, when speaking fails. 988 SHAKS.: _Wint. Tale,_ Act ii., Sc. 3.

An age that melts in unperceiv'd decay, And glides in modest innocence away. 989 DR. JOHNSON: _Van. of Human Wishes,_ Line 293.

=Instinct.=

Then vainly the philosopher avers That reason guides our deeds, and instinct theirs. How can we justly different causes frame, When the effects entirely are the same? Instinct and reason how can we divide? 'Tis the fool's ignorance, and the pedant's pride. 990 PRIOR: _Solomon on the V-of the World,_ Bk. i., Line 231.

=Invention.=

Th' invention all admir'd, and each how he To be th' inventor miss'd; so easy it seem'd, Once found, which yet unfound most would have thought Impossible! 991 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. vi., Line 498.

=Iron.=

Ay me! what perils do environ The man that meddles with cold iron! 992 BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Canto iii., Line 1.

=Isle, Isles.=

Some unsuspected isle in far-off seas. 993 ROBERT BROWNING: _Pippa Passes,_ Pt. ii.

The sprinkled isles, Lily on lily, that o'erlace the sea. 994 ROBERT BROWNING: _Cleon._

=Italy.=

Italia! O Italia! thou who hast The fatal gift of beauty, which became A funeral dower of present woes and past, On thy sweet brow is sorrow plough'd by shame, And annals graved in characters of flame. 995 BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iv., St. 4.

Italy, my Italy! Queen Mary's saying serves for me (When fortune's malice Lost her Calais): "Open my heart, and you will see Graved inside of it 'Italy.'" 996 ROBERT BROWNING: _De Gustibus,_ ii.

=Ivy.=

Oh, a dainty plant is the ivy green, That creepeth o'er ruins old! Of right choice food are his meals, I ween, In his cell so lone and cold. Creeping where no life is seen, A rare old plant is the ivy green. 997 DICKENS: _Pickwick Papers,_ Ch. 6.

==J.==

=January.=

Then came old January, wrapped well In many weeds to keep the cold away; Yet did he quake and quiver like to quell, And blow his nails to warm them if he may. 998 SPENSER: _Faerie Queene,_ Bk. vii., Canto vii., St. 42.

=Jealousy.=

O beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-eyed monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on. 999 SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act iii., Sc. 3.

No true love there can be without Its dread penalty--jealousy. 1000 OWEN MEREDITH: _Lucile,_ Pt. ii., Canto i., St. 24

Nor jealousy Was understood, the injur'd lover's hell. 1001 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. v., Line 449.

=Jest.=

A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it. 1002 SHAKS.: _Love's L. Lost,_ Act v., Sc. 2.

Of all the griefs that harass the distrest, Sure the most bitter is a scornful jest. 1003 DR. JOHNSON: _London,_ Line 166.

=Jewel.=

It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear. 1004 SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act i., Sc. 5.

=Joke.=

A college joke to cure the dumps. 1005 SWIFT: _Cassinus and Peter._

=Joy.=

Capacity for joy Admits temptation. 1006 MRS. BROWNING: _Aurora Leigh,_ Bk. i., Line 703.

Joy is the mainspring in the whole Of endless Nature's calm rotation. Joy moves the dazzling wheels that roll In the great Time-piece of Creation. 1007 SCHILLER: _Hymn to Joy_

Joys too exquisite to last, And yet _more_ exquisite when past. 1008 JAMES MONTGOMERY: _The Little Cloud._

=Judgment.=

A Daniel come to judgment! yea, a Daniel! 1009 SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.

O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason. 1010 SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act iii., Sc. 2.

=July.=

Then came hot July, boiling like to fire, That all his garments he had cast away. 1011 SPENSER: _Faerie Queene,_ Bk. vii., Canto vii., St. 36.

=June.=

And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays. 1012 JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: _Vision of Sir Launfal._

=Juries.=

The jury, passing on the prisoner's life, May, in the sworn twelve, have a thief or two Guiltier than him they try. 1013 SHAKS.: _M. for M.,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.

Do not your juries give their verdict As if they felt the cause, not heard it? And as they please make matter of fact Run all on one side as they're packt. 1014 BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. ii., Canto ii., Line 365.

=Justice.=

And then, the justice; In fair round belly, with good capon lin'd, With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, Fall of wise saws and modern instances, And so he plays his part. 1015 SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 7.

The gods Grow angry with your patience: 't is their care, And must be yours, that guilty men escape not: As crimes do grow, justice should rouse itself. 1016 BEN JONSON: _Catiline,_ Act iii., Sc. 4.

Man is unjust, but God is just; and finally justice Triumphs. 1017 LONGFELLOW: _Evangeline,_ Pt. I., iii., Line 34.

==K.==

=Keys.=

Two massy keys he bore, of metals twain (The golden opes, the iron shuts amain). 1018 MILTON: _Lycidas,_ Line 109.

=Kin.=

A little more than kin, and less than kind. 1019 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 2.

One touch of nature makes the whole world kin. 1020 SHAKS.: _Troil. and Cress.,_ Act iii., Sc. 3.

=Kindness.=

Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, Shall win my love. 1021 SHAKS.: _Tam. of the S.,_ Act iv., Sc. 2.

That best portion of a good man's life,-- His little, nameless, unremembered acts Of kindness and of love. 1022 WORDSWORTH: _Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey._

=Kings.=

What have kings that privates have not too, Save ceremony? 1023 SHAKS.: _Henry V.,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.

Kings are like stars,--they rise and set, they have The worship of the world, but no repose. 1024 SHELLEY: _Hellas,_ Line 195.

Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold. 1025 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 1.

=Kissing.=

Then kiss me hard, As if he pluck'd up kisses by the roots, That grew upon my lips. 1026 SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act iii., Sc. 3.

Teach not thy lip such scorn; for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt. 1027 SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act i., Sc. 2.

When my lips meet thine Thy very soul is wedded unto mine. 1028 H.H. BOYESEN: _Thy Gracious Face I Greet with Glad Surprise._

Her mouth's culled sweetness by thy kisses shed On cheeks and neck and eyelids, and so led Back to her mouth which answers there for all. 1029 DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI: _Love-Sweetness,_ Sonnet xiii.

I rest content, I kiss your eyes, I kiss your hair, in my delight: I kiss my hand, and say, Good night. 1030 JOAQUIN MILLER: _Isles of the Amazons,_ Pt. v.

One kiss--and then another--and another-- Till 't is too late to go--and so return. 1031 CHARLES KINGSLEY: _Saint's Tragedy,_ Act ii., Sc. 10.

Dear as remember'd kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd On lips that are for others. 1032 TENNYSON: _The Princess,_ Pt. iv., Line 36.

=Knavery.=

There's ne'er a villain dwelling in all Denmark But he's an arrant knave. 1033 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 5.

Whip me such honest knaves. 1034 SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

=Knell.=

By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung. 1035 WILLIAM COLLINS: _Lines in 1746._

Ne'er sigh'd at the sound of a knell, Or smil'd when a Sabbath appear'd. 1036 COWPER: _Verses supposed to be written by Alexander Selkirk._

=Knowledge.=

Knowledge is as food, and needs no less Her temp'rance over appetite, to know In measure what the mind may well contain; Oppresses else with surfeit, and soon turns Wisdom to folly. 1037 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. vii., Line 126.

All our knowledge is, ourselves to know. 1038 POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. iv., Line 397.

_I know_--is all the mourner saith, Knowledge by suffering entereth; And Life is perfected by Death! 1039 MRS. BROWNING: _Vision of Poets,_ St. 330.

Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers. 1040 TENNYSON: _Locksley Hall,_ Line 141.

But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page, Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll. 1041 GRAY: _Elegy,_ St. 13.

Oh, be wiser thou! Instructed that true knowledge leads to love. 1042 WORDSWORTH: _Lines left upon a Seat in a Yew-tree._

==L.==

=Labor.=

I have seen a swan With bootless labor swim against the tide, And spend her strength with over-matching waves. 1043 SHAKS.: _3 Henry VI.,_ Act i., Sc. 4.

Labor, you know, is Prayer. 1044 BAYARD TAYLOR: _Improvisations,_ St. 11.

Taste the joy That springs from labor. 1045 LONGFELLOW: _Masque of Pandora,_ Pt. vi.

To fall'n humanity our Father said, That food and bliss should not be found unsought; That man should labor for his daily bread; But not that man should toil and sweat for nought. 1046 EBENEZER ELLIOTT: _Corn Law Hymns._

To labor is the lot of man below; And when Jove gave us life, he gave us woe. 1047 POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. x., Line 78.

=Ladies.=

Ladies, like variegated tulips, show 'T is to their changes half their charms we owe. 1048 POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. ii., Line 41.

=Lake.=

On thy fair bosom, silver lake, The wild swan spreads his snowy sail, And round his breast the ripples break As down he bears before the gale. 1049 JAMES G. PERCIVAL: _To Seneca Lake._

=Land.=

Breathes there the man with soul so dead Who never to himself hath said This is my own, my native land! 1050 SCOTT: _Lay of the Last Minstrel,_ Canto vi., St. 1.

O Caledonia! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood; Land of the mountain and the flood! 1051 SCOTT: _Lay of the Last Minstrel,_ Canto vi., St. 2.

=Landscape.=

The low'ring element Scowls o'er the darken'd landscape 1052 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 490.

Ever charming, ever new, When will the landscape tire the view? 1053 JOHN DYER: _Grongar Hill,_ Line 102.

=Language.=

Fit language there is none For the heart's deepest things. 1054 JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: _Legend of Brittany,_ Pt. i., St. 28.

Spake full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine. 1055 LONGFELLOW: _Flowers._

=Lark.=

Now hear the lark, The herald of the morn; ... whose notes do beat The vaulty heavens, so high above our heads, ... Some say the lark makes sweet division. 1056 SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act iii., Sc. 5.

And now the herald lark Left his ground-nest, high tow'ring to descry The morn's approach, and greet her with his song. 1057 MILTON: _Par. Regained,_ Bk. ii., Line 279

=Lass.=

A penniless lass wi' a lang pedigree. 1058 LADY NAIRNE: _The Laird o' Cockpen._

=Latin.=

That soft bastard Latin, Which melts like kisses from a female mouth. 1059 BYRON: _Beppo,_ St. 44.

=Laughter.=

Laughter, holding both his sides. 1060 MILTON: _L'Allegro,_ Line 32.

Vulcan with awkward grace his office plies, And unextinguish'd laughter shakes the skies. 1061 POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. i., Line 770.

=Law.=

In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt, But, being seasoned with a gracious voice, Obscures the show of evil? 1062 SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act iii., Sc. 2.

Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law. 1063 GOLDSMITH: _Traveller,_ Line 386.

And sovereign law, that state's collected will, O'er thrones and globes elate, Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill. 1064 SIR WILLIAM JONES: _Ode in Im. of Alcoeus._

=Leaf--Leaves.=

My way of life Is fall'n into the sere, the yellow leaf. 1065 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act v., Sc. 3.

Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren, Since o'er shady groves they hover, And with leaves and flowers do cover The friendless bodies of unburied men. 1066 JOHN WEBSTER: _The White Devil,_ Act v., Sc. 2.

Like leaves on trees the race of man is found,-- Now green in youth, now withering on the ground. 1067 POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. vi., Line 181.

=Learning.=

"The thrice three Muses mourning for the death Of learning, late deceas'd in beggary,"-- That is some satire, keen and critical. 1068 SHAKS.: _Mid. N. Dream,_ Act v., Sc. 1.

Learning unrefin'd, That oft enlightens to corrupt the mind. 1069 FALCONER: _Shipwreck,_ Canto i., Line 166.

Some for renown, on scraps of learning dote, And think they grow immortal as they quote. 1070 YOUNG: _Love of Fame,_ Satire i., Line 89.

=Lending.=

Loan oft loses both itself and friend. 1071 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 3.

If thou wilt lend this money, lend it not As to thy friends; (for when did friendship take A breed of barren metal of his friend?) But lend it rather to thine enemy; Who, if he break, thou mayst with better face Exact the penalties. 1072 SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act i., Sc. 3.

=Letters.=

My letters! all dead paper, mute and white! And yet they seem alive, and quivering Against my tremulous hands which loose the string And let them drop down on my knee to-night. 1073 MRS. BROWNING: _Sonnets fr. Portuguese,_ Sonnet xxviii.

Kind messages, that pass from land to land; Kind letters, that betray the heart's deep history, In which we feel the pressure of a hand,-- One touch of fire,--and all the rest is mystery! 1074 LONGFELLOW: _Dedication to Seaside and Fireside,_ St. 5.

You have the letters Cadmus gave,-- Think ye he meant them for a slave?. 1075 BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto iii., St. 86. 10.

=Liberty.=

I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please. 1076 SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 7.

In liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which all Europe rings from side to side; This thought might lead me through the world's vain mask, Content, though blind--had I no better guide. 1077 MILTON: Sonnet xxii., _To Cyriack Skinner._

When liberty is gone, Life grows insipid and has lost its relish. 1078 ADDISON: _Cato,_ Act ii., Sc. 3.

Liberty, like day, Breaks on the soul, and by a flash from Heaven Fires all the faculties with glorious joy. 1079 COWPER: _Task,_ Bk. v., Line 882.

Liberty 's in every blow! Let us do or die. 1080 BURNS: _Bannockburn._

The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty. 1081 MILTON: _L'Allegro,_ Line 36.

=Lies.=

You told a lie; an odious, damned lie: Upon my soul, a lie; a wicked lie. 1082 SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act v., Sc. 2.

Dare to be true. Nothing can need a lie; A fault which needs it most, grows two thereby. 1083 HERBERT: _Temple, Church Porch,_ St. 13.

=Life.=

Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. 1084 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act v., Sc. 5.

Nor love thy life, nor hate; but what thou livest, Live well; how long or short, permit to Heav'n. 1085 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. xi., Line 553.

Must we count Life a curse and not a blessing, summed-up in its whole amount, Help and hindrance, joy and sorrow? 1086 ROBERT BROWNING: _La Saisiaz,_ Line 206.

Between two worlds, life hovers like a star 'Twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge. 1087 BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto xv., St. 99.

Our life is scarce the twinkle of a star In God's eternal day. 1088 BAYARD TAYLOR: _Autumnal Vespers._

Life is the gift of God, and is divine. 1089 LONGFELLOW: _T. of a Wayside Inn,_ Emma and Eginhard.

What is life? A thawing iceboard On a sea with sunny shore: Gay we sail; it melts beneath us; We are sunk and seen no more. 1090 CARLYLE: _Cui Bono._

Life's a vast sea That does its mighty errand without fail, Panting in unchanged strength though waves are changing. 1091 GEORGE ELIOT: _Spanish Gypsy,_ Bk. iii.

Life is not to be bought with heaps of gold: Not all Apollo's Pythian treasures hold, Or Troy once held, in peace and pride of sway, Can bribe the poor possession of a day. 1092 POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. ix., Line 524.

So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life. 1093 TENNYSON: _In Memoriam,_ lv., St. 2.

=Light.=

Hail, holy Light! offspring of Heaven first-born! Or of the Eternal coeternal beam, May I express thee unblam'd? since God is light, And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee, Bright effluence of bright essence increate! 1094 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iii., Line 1.

But yet the light that led astray Was light from heaven. 1095 BURNS: _The Vision._

The light that never was, on sea or land; The consecration, and the Poet's dream. 1096 WORDSWORTH: _Suggested by a Picture of Peele Castle in a Storm,_ St. 4.

Light, light, and light! to break and melt in sunder All clouds and chains that in one bondage bind Eyes, hands, and spirits, forged by fear and wonder And sleek fierce fraud with hidden knife behind. 1097 SWINBURNE: _Eve of Revolution,_ St. 10.

=Lightning.=

Swift as a shadow, short as any dream; Brief as the lightning in the collied night. 1098 SHAKS.: _Mid. N. Dream,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

=Lilies.=

Like the lily, That once was mistress of the field and flourish'd, I'll hang my head and perish. 1099 SHAKS.: _Henry VIII,_ Act iii., Sc. 1.

In twisted braids of lilies knitting The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair. 1100 MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 859.

=Lincoln, Abraham.=

This man, whose homely face you look upon, Was one of Nature's masterful, great men; Born with strong arms, that unfought battles won Direct of speech, and cunning with the pen. Chosen for large designs, he had the art Of winning with his humor, and he went Straight to his mark, which was the human heart; Wise, too, for what he could not break he bent. Upon his back a more than Atlas-load,-- The burden of the Commonwealth,--was laid; He stooped, and rose up to it, though the road Shot suddenly downwards, not a whit dismayed. Hold, warriors, councillors, kings! All now give place To this dear benefactor of the Race. 1101 R.H. STODDARD: _Abraham Lincoln._

=Line.=

Marlowe's mighty line. 1102 BEN JONSON: _To the Memory of Shakespeare._

Profan'd the God-given strength, and marr'd the lofty line. 1103 SCOTT: _Marmion, Introduction to Canto i._

=Lion.=

The lion, dying, thrusteth forth his paw, And wounds the earth, if nothing else, with rage To be o'erpowered. 1104 SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act v., Sc. 1.

=Lips.=

Her lips are roses over-washed with dew, Or like the purple of Narcissus' flower; No frost their fair, no wind doth waste their power, But by her breath her beauties do renew. 1105 ROBERT GREENE: _From Menaphon. Menaphon's Ecl._

=Little.=

Contented wi' little, and cantie wi' mair. 1106 BURNS: _Contented wi' Little._

Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long. 1107 GOLDSMITH: _The Hermit,_ Ch. viii., St. 8.

=Locks.=

Thou canst not say I did it; never shake Thy gory locks at me. 1108 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 4.

John Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, Your bonny brow was brent. 1109 BURNS: _John Anderson._

=Logic.=

He was in logic a great critic, Profoundly skill'd in analytic; He could distinguish and divide A hair 'twixt south and south-west side. 1110 BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. i., Canto i., Line 65.

=London.=

London! the needy villain's general home, The common-sewer of Paris and of Rome! With eager thirst, by folly or by fate, Sucks in the dregs of each corrupted state. 1111 DR. JOHNSON: _London,_ Line 83.

=Longings.=

I have Immortal longings in me. 1112 SHAKS.: _Ant. and Cleo.,_ Act v., Sc. 2.

=Looks.=

My only books Were woman's looks,-- And folly 's all they've taught me. 1113 MOORE: _The Time I've Lost in Wooing._

Where village statesmen talk'd with looks profound, And news much older than their ale went round. 1114 GOLDSMITH: _Des. Village,_ Line 223.

=Lord.=

Lord of himself,--that heritage of woe! 1115 BYRON: _Lara,_ Canto i., St. 2.

Lord of himself, though not of lands; And having nothing, yet hath all. 1116 WOTTON: _Character of a Happy Life._

=Loss.=

That loss is common would not make My own less bitter--rather more; Too common! Never morning wore To evening but some heart did break. 1117 TENNYSON: _In Memoriam,_ Pt. vi., St. 2.

=Love.=

O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day; Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away. 1118 SHAKS.: _Two Gent. of V.,_ Act i., Sc. 3.

Love is a spirit all compact of fire; Not gross to sink, but light, and will aspire. 1119 SHAKS.: _Venus and A.,_ Line 149.

Such is the power of that sweet passion, That it all sordid baseness doth expel, And the refined mind doth newly fashion Unto a fairer form, which now doth dwell In his high thought, that would itself excel; Which he, beholding still with constant sight, Admires the mirror of so heavenly light. 1120 SPENSER: _Hymn in Honor of Love._

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

=Luxury.=

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

Blest hour! it was a luxury--to be! 1138 COLERIDGE: _Reflections on Having Left a Place of Retirement._

==M.==

=Madness.=

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

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

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

=Man.=

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

=Manners.=

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

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

=Marble.=

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

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

=March.=

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

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

=Marriage.=

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

Marriage is a matter of more worth Than to be dealt in by attorneyship. 1158 SHAKS.: _1 Henry VI.,_ Act v., Sc. 5.

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

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

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

=Martyrs.=

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

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

=Masters.=

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

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

=Matter.=

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

=May.=

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

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

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

=Meeting.=

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

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

=Melancholy.=

There 's such a charm in melancholy. 1172 ROGERS: _To ----._

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

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

=Melodies.=

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

=Memory.=

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

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

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

=Men.=

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

=Mercy.=

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

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

=Merit.=

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

=Midnight.=

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

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

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

=Milton.=

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

=Mind.=

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

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

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

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

=Mirth.=

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

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

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

=Mischief.=

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

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

=Misery.=

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

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

=Misfortune.=

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

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

=Mobs.=

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

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

=Mockery.=

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

=Modesty.=

Her looks do argue her replete with modesty. 1203 SHAKS.: _3 Henry VI.,_ Act iii., Sc. 2.

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

=Monarchs.=

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

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

=Money.=

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

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

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

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

=Months.=

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

=Monuments.=

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

=Mood.=

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

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

=Moon.=

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

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

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

=Morality.=

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

=Morning.=

See how the morning opes her golden gates, And takes her farewell of the glorious sun! How well resembles it the prime of youth, Trimm'd like a younker, prancing to his love. 1219 SHAKS.: _3 Henry VI.,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.

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

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

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

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

=Mortality.=

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

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

=Mother.=

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

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

=Mountains.=

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

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

=Mounting.=

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

=Mourning.=

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

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

=Murder.=

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

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

=Music.=

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

==N.==

=Name.=

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

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

=Nature.=

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

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

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

=News--Newspapers.=

The first bringer of unwelcome news Hath but a losing office; and his tongue Sounds ever after as a sullen bell, Remember'd knolling a departing friend. 1247 SHAKS.: _2 Henry IV.,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

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

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

=Newton.=

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

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

=New Year.=

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

=Niagara.=

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

=Night.=

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

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

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

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

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

=Nightingale.=

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

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

=Nobility.=

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

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

=North.=

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

=November.=

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

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

=Numbers.=

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

==O.==

=Oak.=

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

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

=Oars.=

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

=Oaths.=

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

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

=Obedience.=

Let them obey that know not how to rule. 1272 SHAKS.: _2 Henry VI.,_ Act v., Sc. 1.

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

=Observation.=

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

=Ocean.=

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

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

=October.=

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

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

=Offence.=

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

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

=Old Age.=

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

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

=Opinion.=

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

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

=Opportunity.=

O Opportunity! thy guilt is great: 'T is thou that execut'st the traitor's treason; Thou sett'st the wolf where he the lamb may get; Whoever plots the sin, thou point'st the season; 'T is thou that spurn'st at right, at law, at reason. 1285 SHAKS.: _R. of Lucrece,_ Line 876.

=Oracle.=

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

=Oratory.=

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

=Order.=

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

=Ornament.=

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

=Owl.=

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

==P.==

=Pain.=

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

Pain is no longer pain when it is past. 1292 MARGARET J. PRESTON: _Sonnet._ _Nature's Lesson._

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

=Painter.=

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

=Palm.=

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

=Pan.=

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

=Pang.=

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

=Paradise.=

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

=Pardon.=

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

=Parents.=

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

=Parting.=

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

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

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

=Passion.=

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

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

=Past, The.=

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

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

=Patience.=