Chapter V: Part 5

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

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

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

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

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

=Patriotism.=

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

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

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

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

=Peace.=

A peace is of the nature of a conquest; For then both parties nobly are subdued, And neither party loser. 1317 SHAKS.: _2 Henry IV.,_ Act iv., Sc. 2.

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

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

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

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

=Pearls.=

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

=Pen.=

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

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

=People.=

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

=Perfection.=

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

=Perjury.=

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

=Perseverance.=

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

=Persuasion.=

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

=Petitions.=

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

=Philosophy.=

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

=Physic.=

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

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

=Piety.=

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

=Pilot.=

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

=Pines.=

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

=Pipe.=

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

=Pity.=

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

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

=Place.=

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

=Play.=

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

=Pleasure.=

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

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

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

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

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

=Poetry--Poets.=

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

=Pole.=

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

=Pomp.=

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

=Poppies.=

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

=Popularity.=

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

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

=Possession.=

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

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

=Poverty.=

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

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

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

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

=Power.=

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

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

=Prairie.=

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

=Praise.=

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

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

=Prayer.=

Let never day nor night unhallowed pass, But still remember what the Lord hath done. 1370 SHAKS.: _2 Henry VI.,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.

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

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

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

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

=Preaching.=

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

=Present.=

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

=Press.=

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

=Pride.=

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

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

=Priest.=

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

=Primrose.=

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

=Printing.=

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

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

=Prison.=

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

=Procrastination.=

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

=Prodigies.=

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

=Progress.=

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

=Promise.=

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

=Proof.=

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

=Prophecy.=

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

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

=Prose.=

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

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

=Proselytes.=

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

=Prospects.=

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

=Prosperity.=

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

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

=Providence.=

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

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

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

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

=Prudence.=

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

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

=Prudery.=

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

=Pulpit.=

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

=Punishment.=

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

=Purity.=

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

=Purpose.=

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

=Purse.=

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

=Pygmies.=

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

==Q.==

=Quacks.=

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

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

=Quakers.=

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

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

=Quarrels.=

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

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

=Queen.=

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

=Quickness.=

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

=Quiet.=

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

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

=Quips.=

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

=Quotation.=

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

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

==R.==

=Race.=

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

=Rage.=

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

=Rain.=

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

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

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

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

=Rainbow.=

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

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

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

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

=Rank.=

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

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

=Raptures.=

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

=Rashness.=

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

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

=Reading.=

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

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

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

=Realms.=

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

=Reason.=

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

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

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

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

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

=Rebellion.=

Their weapons only Seem'd on our side, but, for their spirits and souls, This word, rebellion, it had froze them up, As fish are in a pond. 1448 SHAKS.: _2 Henry IV.,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

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

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

=Rebuke.=

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

=Reckoning.=

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

=Recollection.=

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

=Reconciliation.=

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

=Records.=

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

=Recreation.=

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

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

=Redress.=

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

=Reflection.=

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

=Reformation.=

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

=Regret.=

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

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

=Religion.=

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

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

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

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

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

=Remedies.=

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

=Remembrance.=

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

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

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

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

=Remorse.=

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

=Renown.=

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

=Repartee.=

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

=Repentance.=

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

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

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

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

=Repose.=

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

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

=Reproof.=

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

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

=Reputation.=

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

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

=Resignation.=

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

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

=Resolution.=

The native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought; And enterprises of great pith and moment, With this regard, their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action. 1488 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 1.

=Respect.=

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

=Rest.=

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

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

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

=Results.=

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

=Retirement.=

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

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

=Retreat.=

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

=Revelry.=

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

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

=Revenge.=

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

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

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

=Reverence.=

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

=Revolution.=

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

=Rhetoric.=

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

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

=Rhine.=

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

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

=Rhyme.=

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

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

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

=Riches.=

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

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

=Ridicule.=

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

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

=Right.=

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

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

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

=Rivers.=

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

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

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

=Robbery.=

I'll example you with thievery: The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea; the moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun; The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves The moon into salt tears; the earth's a thief, That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen From general excrement: each thing's a thief. 1521 SHAKS.: _Timon of A.,_ Act iv., Sc. 3.

=Rock.=

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

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

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

=Rod.=

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

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

=Roman.=

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

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

=Romance.=

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

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

=Rome.=

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

=Rose.=

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

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

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

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

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

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

=Rousseau.=

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

=Royalty.=

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

=Ruin.=

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

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

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

=Ruling Passions.=

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

=Rumor.=

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

=Rural Life.=

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

==S.==

=Sabbath.=

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

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

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

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

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

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

=Sailors.=

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

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

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

=Sails.=

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

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

=Saints.=

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

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

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

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

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

=Salt.=

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

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

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

=Salvation.=

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

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

=Sands.=

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

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

=Satan.=

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

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

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

=Satiety.=

They surfeited with honey; and began To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little More than a little is by much too much. 1572 SHAKS.: _1 Henry IV.,_ Act iii., Sc. 2.

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

=Satire.=

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

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

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

=Savage.=

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

=Scandal.=

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

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

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

=Scars.=

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

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

=Scenes.=

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

=Scepticism.=

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

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

=Sceptre.=

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

=Scholar.=

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

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

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

=School.=

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

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

=Science.=

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

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

=Scorn.=

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

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

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

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

=Scotland.=

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

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

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

=Scribblers.=

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

=Scripture.=

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

=Sculpture.=

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

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

=Sea.=

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

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

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

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

=Sea-weed.=

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

=Seasons.=

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

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

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

=Seat.=

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

=Secrecy.=

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

I will believe Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know; And so far will I trust thee. 1615 SHAKS.: _1 Henry IV.,_ Act ii., Sc. 3.

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

=Sects.=

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

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

=Security.=

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

=Seed.=

The thorns which I have reap'd are of the tree I planted; they have torn me, and I bleed. I should have known what fruit would spring from such a seed. 1620 BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iv., St. 10.

=Self.=

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

=Selfishness.=

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

=Self-Conceit.=

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

=Self-Control.=

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

=Self-Defence.=

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

=Self-Denial.=

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

=Self-Dispraise.=

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

=Self-Esteem.=

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

=Self-Knowledge.=

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

=Self-Love.=

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

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

=Self-Reproach.=

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

=Self-Respect.=

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

=Self-Sacrifice.=

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

=Sense.=

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

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

=Sensibility.=

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

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

=Separation.=

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

=September.=

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

=Sermons.=

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

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