Chapter 11

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

=Rivers.=

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

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

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

=Robbery.=

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

=Rock.=

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

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

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

=Rod.=

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

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

=Roman.=

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

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

=Romance.=

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

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

=Rome.=

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

=Rose.=

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

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

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

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

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

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

=Rousseau.=

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

=Royalty.=

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

=Ruin.=

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

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

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

=Ruling Passions.=

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

=Rumor.=

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

=Rural Life.=

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

==S.==

=Sabbath.=

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

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

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

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

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

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

=Sailors.=

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

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

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

=Sails.=

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

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

=Saints.=

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

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

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

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

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

=Salt.=

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

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

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

=Salvation.=

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

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

=Sands.=

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

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

=Satan.=

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

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

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

=Satiety.=

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

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

=Satire.=

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

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

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

=Savage.=

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

=Scandal.=

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

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

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

=Scars.=

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

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

=Scenes.=

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

=Scepticism.=

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

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

=Sceptre.=

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

=Scholar.=

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

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

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

=School.=

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

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

=Science.=

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

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

=Scorn.=

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

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

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

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

=Scotland.=

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

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

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

=Scribblers.=

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

=Scripture.=

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

=Sculpture.=

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

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

=Sea.=

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

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

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

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

=Sea-weed.=

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

=Seasons.=

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

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

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

=Seat.=

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

=Secrecy.=

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

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

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

=Sects.=

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

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

=Security.=

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

=Seed.=

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

=Self.=

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

=Selfishness.=

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

=Self-Conceit.=

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

=Self-Control.=

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

=Self-Defence.=

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

=Self-Denial.=

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

=Self-Dispraise.=

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

=Self-Esteem.=

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

=Self-Knowledge.=

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

=Self-Love.=

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

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

=Self-Reproach.=

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

=Self-Respect.=

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

=Self-Sacrifice.=

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

=Sense.=

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

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

=Sensibility.=

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

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

=Separation.=

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

=September.=

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

=Sermons.=

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

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

=Serpent.=

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

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

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

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

=Service.=

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

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

=Sex.=

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

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

=Sexton.=

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

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

=Shadow.=

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

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

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

=Shaft.=

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

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

=Shakespeare.=

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

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

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