Chapter 2

Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage. 144 LOVELACE: _To Althea from Prison,_ iv.

=Baseness.=

Since Cleopatra died, I have lived in such dishonor that the gods Detest my baseness. 145 SHAKS.: _Ant. and Cleo.,_ Act iv., Sc. 14.

=Bashfulness.=

I pity bashful men, who feel the pain Of fancied scorn, and undeserv'd disdain, And bear the marks upon a blushing face, Of needless shame, and self-impos'd disgrace. 146 COWPER: _Conversation,_ Line 347.

=Battle.=

Then more fierce The conflict grew; the din of arms, the yell Of savage rage, the shriek of agony, The groan of death, commingled in one sound Of undistinguish'd horrors. 147 SOUTHEY: _Madoc,_ Pt. ii., _The Battle._

For freedom's battle, once begun, Bequeath'd by bleeding sire to son, Though baffled oft, is ever won. 148 BYRON: _Giaour,_ Line 123.

When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow. 149 CAMPBELL: _Ye Mariners of England._

=Beads.=

The hooded clouds, like friars, Tell their beads in drops of rain. 150 LONGFELLOW: _Midnight Mass._

=Beams.=

And like a lane of beams athwart the sea, Thro' all the circle of the golden year. 151 TENNYSON: _The Golden Year._

=Beard.=

His beard was as white as snow, All flaxen was his poll. 152 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iv., Sc. 5.

His tawny beard was th' equal grace Both of his wisdom and his face; In cut and die so like a tile, A sudden view it would beguile; The upper part thereof was whey; The nether, orange mix'd with grey. 153 BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. i., Canto i., Line 241.

=Beast.=

A beast, that wants discourse of reason. 154 SHAKS.; _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 2.

=Beauty.=

My beauty, though but mean, Needs not the painted flourish of your praise; Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye, Not utter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues. 155 SHAKS.: _Love's L. Lost,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.

Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good; A shining gloss that fadeth suddenly; A flower that dies, when first it 'gins to bud; A brittle glass that's broken presently; A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower, Lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour. 156 SHAKS.: _Pass. Pilgrim,_ St. 11

Beauty stands In the admiration only of weak minds Led captive; cease to admire, and all her plumes Fall flat and shrink into a trivial toy, At every sudden slighting quite abash'd. 157 MILTON: _Par. Regained,_ Bk. ii., Line 220.

Old as I am, for ladies' love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet. 158 DRYDEN: _Cym. and Iph.,_ Line 1.

A thing of beauty is a joy forever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. 159 KEATS: _Endymion,_ Bk. i., Line 1.

What is this thought or thing Which I call beauty? is it thought or thing? Is it a thought accepted for a thing? Or both? or neither--a pretext?--a word? 160 MRS. BROWNING: _Drama of Ex. Extrem. of Sword-Glare._

If eyes were made for seeing, Then Beauty is its own excuse for being. 161 EMERSON: _The Rhodora._

Fair tresses man's imperial race insnare, And beauty draws us with a single hair. 162 POPE: _R. of the Lock,_ Canto ii., Line 27.

True beauty dwells in deep retreats, Whose veil is unremoved Till heart with heart in concord beats, And the lover is beloved. 163 WORDSWORTH: _To ----. Let Other Bards of Angels Sing._

=Bed.=

In bed we laugh, in bed we cry, And born in bed, in bed we die; The near approach a bed may show Of human bliss and human woe. 164 ISAAC DE BENSERADE: _Trans._ by Dr. Johnson.

=Bees.=

So work the honey-bees; Creatures, that by a rule in nature, teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom. 165 SHAKS.: _Henry V.,_ Act i., Sc. 2.

The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees. 166 TENNYSON: _The Princess,_ Pt. vii., Line 203.

=Beggars.=

Beggars, mounted, run their horse to death. 167 SHAKS.: _3 Henry VI.,_ Act i., Sc. 4.

When beggars die, there are no comets seen; The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes. 168 SHAKS.: _Jul. Cæsar,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

=Behavior.=

And puts himself upon his good behavior. 169 BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto v., St. 47.

=Belial.=

When night Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine. 170 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i., Line 500.

=Bells.=

Those evening bells! those evening bells! How many a tale their music tells Of youth, and home, and that sweet time, When last I heard their soothing chime! 171 MOORE: _Those Evening Bells._

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky!

Ring out old shapes of foul disease, Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace.

Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand; Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be. 172 TENNYSON: _In Memoriam,_ Pt. cv.

Hear the mellow wedding bells, Golden bells! What a world of happiness their harmony foretells! 173 EDGAR ALLAN POE: _The Bells._

=Benediction.=

The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction. 174 WORDSWORTH: _Intimations of Immortality,_ St. 9.

=Bible.=

A glory gilds the sacred page, Majestic like the sun; It gives a light to every age; It gives, but borrows none. 175 COWPER: _Olney Hymns,_ No. 30.

=Bigotry.=

Christians have burnt each other, quite persuaded That all the Apostles would have done as they did. 176 BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto i., St. 83.

=Birds.=

You call them thieves and pillagers; but know They are the winged wardens of your farms, Who from the cornfields drive the insidious foe, And from your harvests keep a hundred harms. 177 LONGFELLOW: _Birds of Killingworth,_ St. 19.

=Birth.=

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: The soul that rises with us our life's star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar. 178 WORDSWORTH: _Intimations of Immortality,_ St. 5.

While man is growing, life is in decrease; And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb. Our birth is nothing but our death begun. 179 YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night v., Line 717.

=Birthday.=

A birthday:--and now a day that rose With much of hope, with meaning rife-- A thoughtful day from dawn to close: The middle day of human life. 180 JEAN INGELOW. _A Birthday Walk._

=Bivouac.=

On Fame's eternal camping-ground Their silent tents are spread, And Glory guards with solemn round The bivouac of the dead. 181 THEODORE O'HARA: _Bivouac of the Dead._

=Blasphemy.=

Great men may jest with saints; 'tis wit in them; But, in the less, foul profanation. * * * * * That in the captain's but a choleric word, Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy. 182 SHAKS.: _M. for M.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

=Bleakness.=

A naked house, a naked moor, A shivering pool before the door, A garden bare of flowers and fruit, And poplars at the garden foot: Such is the place that I live in, Bleak without and bare within. 183 ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON: _The House Beautiful._

=Blessings.=

How blessings brighten as they take their flight! 184 YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night ii., Line 602.

For blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds, And though a late, a sure reward succeeds. 185 CONGREVE: _Mourning Bride,_ Act v., Sc. 12.

=Blindness.=

O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon; Irrecoverably dark! total eclipse, Without all hope of day. 186 MILTON: _Samson Agonistes,_ Line 80.

O, loss of sight, of thee I most complain! Blind among enemies, O worse than chains, Dungeons, or beggary, or decrepit age! Light, the prime work of God, to me 's extinct, And all her various objects of delight Annul'd, which might in part my grief have eas'd, 187 MILTON: _Samson Agonistes,_ Line 67.

=Bliss.=

Condition, circumstance, is not the thing; Bliss is the same in subject or in king. 188 POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. iv., Line 57.

Vain, very vain, my weary search to find That bliss which only centres in the mind. 189 GOLDSMITH: _Traveller,_ Line 423.

=Blood.=

When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul Lends the tongue vows. 190 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 3.

A ruddy drop of manly blood The surging sea outweighs; The world uncertain comes and goes, The lover rooted stays. 191 EMERSON: _Epigraph to Friendship._

Blood is a juice of very special kind. 192 GOETHE: _Faust_ (Swanwick's Trans.), Line 1386.

=Bloom.=

O'er her warm cheek and rising bosom move The bloom of young Desire and purple light of Love. 193 GRAY: _Prog. of Poesy,_ Pt. i., St. 1, Line 3.

=Blossoms.=

Who in life's battle firm doth stand Shall bear hope's tender blossoms Into the silent land. 194 J.G. VON SALIS: _The Silent Land._

=Bluntness.=

I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on. 195 SHAKS.: _Jul. Cæsar,_ Act iii., Sc. 2.

=Blushing.=

Girls blush, sometimes, because they are alive, Half wishing they were dead to save the shame. The sudden blush devours them, neck and brow; They have drawn too near the fire of life, like gnats, And flare up boldly, wings and all. What then? Who's sorry for a gnat ... or girl? 196 MRS. BROWNING: _Aurora Leigh,_ Bk. ii., Line 732.

=Boasting.=

Here's a large mouth, indeed, That spits forth death, and mountains, rocks, and seas; Talks as familiarly of roaring lions, As maids of thirteen do of puppy dogs. 197 SHAKS.: _King John,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

=Boat.=

Oh swiftly glides the bonnie boat; Just parted from the shore, And to the fisher's chorus-note Soft moves the dipping oar. 198 BAILLIE: _Oh Swiftly Glides the Bonnie Boat._

=Boldness.=

In conversation boldness now bears sway, But know, that nothing can so foolish be As empty boldness. 199 HERBERT: _Temple, Church Porch,_ St. 34.

=Bond.=

I'll have my bond; I will not hear thee speak; I'll have my bond; and therefore speak no more. 200 SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act iii., Sc. 3.

=Bones.=

Cursed be he that moves my bones. 201 SHAKS.: _Shakespeare's Epitaph._

Rattle his bones over the stones! He's only a pauper, whom nobody owns! 202 THOMAS NOEL: _The Pauper's Ride._

=Books.=

A book! O rare one! Be not, as is our fangled world, a garment Nobler than that it covers. 203 SHAKS.: _Cymbeline,_ Act v., Sc. 4.

That place that does contain My books, the best companions, is to me A glorious court, where hourly I converse With the old sages and philosophers; And sometimes, for variety, I confer With kings and emperors, and weigh their counsels. 204 BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _The Elder Brother,_ Act i., Sc. 2.

Books cannot always please, however good; Minds are not ever craving for their food. 205 CRABBE: _The Borough,_ Letter xxiv.

Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good; Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow. 206 WORDSWORTH: _Personal Talk._

Deep vers'd in books, and shallow in himself. 207 MILTON: _Par. Regained,_ Bk. iv., Line 327.

Some books are lies frae end to end. 208 BURNS: _Death and Dr. Hornbook._

=Bores.=

Society is now one polish'd horde, Formed of two mighty tribes, the _Bores_ and _Bored._ 209 BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto xiii., St. 95.

Again I hear that creaking step!-- He's rapping at the door!-- Too well I know the boding sound That ushers in a bore. 210 J.G. SAXE: _My Familiar._

=Borrowing.=

Neither a borrower nor a lender be, For loan oft loses both itself and friend; And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all,--to thine own self be true; And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. 211 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 3.

=Boston.=

Solid men of Boston, banish long potations! Solid men of Boston, make no long orations! 212 CHARLES MORRIS: _American Song. From Lyra Urbanica._

=Bough.=

Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight, And burned is Apollo's laurel bough, That sometime grew within this learned man. 213 MARLOWE: _Faustus._

=Bounds.=

There's nothing situate under Heaven's eye, But hath, his bound, in earth, in sea, in sky. 214 SHAKS.: _Com. of Errors,_ Act ii., Sc. 1

=Bounty.=

For his bounty, There was no winter in 't; an autumn 't was, That grew the more by reaping. 215 SHAKS.: _Ant. and Cleo.,_ Act v., Sc. 2

Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, Heaven did a recompense as largely send; He gave to mis'ry (all he had) a tear, He gain'd from Heav'n ('t was all he wish'd) a friend. 216 GRAY: _Elegy, The Epitaph._

=Bourn.=

The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns. 217 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 1.

=Bower.=

I'd be a butterfly born in a bower, Where roses and lilies and violets meet. 218 THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY: _I'd be a Butterfly._

=Bowl.=

There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl, The feast of reason and the flow of soul. 219 POPE: Satire i., Line 6.

=Boyhood.=

The whining schoolboy, with his satchel, And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. 220 SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 7.

The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken. 221 MOORE: _Oft in the Stilly Night._

=Braes.=

We twa hae run about the braes, And pu'd the gowans fine. 222 BURNS: _Auld Lang Syne._

=Braggart.=

I know them, yea, And what they weigh, even to the utmost scruple: Scrambling, outfacing, fashion-monging boys, That lie, and cog, and flout, deprave, and slander, Go anticly, and show outward hideousness, And speak off half a dozen dangerous words, How they might hurt their enemies if they durst; And this is all. 223 SHAKS.: _Much Ado,_ Act v., Sc. 1.

=Brains.=

The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools. 224 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 4.

=Bravery.=

'Tis more brave To live, than to die. 225 OWEN MEREDITH: _Lucile,_ Pt. ii., Canto vi., St. 11.

None but the brave deserves the fair. 226 DRYDEN: _Alex. Feast,_ St. 1.

How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest! 227 COLLINS: _Lines in 1764._

=Breach.=

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more, Or close the wall up with our English dead! 228 SHAKS.: _Henry V.,_ Act ii., Sc. 4.

=Bread.=

O God! that bread should be so dear, And flesh and blood so cheap! 229 HOOD: _The Song of the Shirt._

=Breast.=

The yielding marble of her snowy breast. 230 WALLER: _On a Lady passing through a Crowd of People._

A word in season spoken May calm the troubled breast. 231 CHARLES JEFFERYS: _A Word in Season._

=Breath.=

When the good man yields his breath (For the good man never dies). 232 JAMES MONTGOMERY: _The Wanderer of Switzerland,_ Pt. v.

=Breeches.=

But the old three-cornered hat, And the breeches, and all that, Are so queer! 233 OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: _The Last Leaf._

=Breezes.=

Breezes of the South! Who toss the golden and the flame-like flowers, And pass the prairie-hawk that, poised on high, Flaps his broad wings, yet moves not--ye have played Among the palms of Mexico and vines Of Texas, and have crisped the limpid brooks That from the fountains of Sonora glide Into the calm Pacific--have ye fanned A nobler or a lovelier scene than this? 234 WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _The Prairies._

=Brevity.=

Since brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes-- I will be brief. 235 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

For brevity is very good, When we are, or are not, understood. 236 BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. i., Canto i., Line 669.

=Bribes.=

What! shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world, But for supporting robbers;--shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes? And sell the mighty space of our large honors For so much trash as may be grasped thus? I'd rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman. 237 SHAKS.: _Jul. Cæsar,_ Act iv., Sc. 3.

=Bride.=

You are just a sweet bride in her bloom, All sunshine, and snowy, and pure. 238 THOMAS B. ALDRICH: _An Untimely Thought._

=Bridge.=

By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattl'd farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world. 239 EMERSON: _Hymn sung at the Completion of the Battle Monument._

=Brooks.=

A silvery brook comes stealing From the shadow of its trees, Where slender herbs of the forest stoop Before the entering breeze. 240 WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _The Unknown Way._

=Brotherhood.=

I have shot mine arrow o'er the house, And hurt my brother. 241 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act v., Sc. 2.

Affliction's sons are brothers in distress; A brother to relieve,--how exquisite the bliss! 242 BURNS: _A Winter Night._

=Bubbles.=

The earth hath bubbles as the water has, And these are of them. 243 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act i., Sc. 3.

=Bucket.=

The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket, which hung in the well. 244 WOODWORTH: _The Old Oaken Bucket._

=Bud.=

The bud is on the bough again. The leaf is on the tree. 245 CHARLES JEFFERYS: _The Meeting of Spring and Summer_

=Bugle.=

Blow, bugle, blow! set the wild echoes flying! And answer, echoes, answer! dying, dying, dying. 246 TENNYSON: _The Princess,_ Pt. iii., Line 360.

=Building.=

The hand that rounded Peter's dome, And groined the aisles of Christian Rome, Wrought in a sad sincerity; Himself from God he could not free; He builded better than he knew: The conscious stone to beauty grew. 247 EMERSON: _The Problem._

=Burden.=

A sacred burden is this life ye bear: Look on it, lift it, bear it solemnly, Stand up and walk beneath it steadfastly. 248 FRANCES ANNE KEMBLE: _To the Young Gentlemen leaving Lenox Academy, Mass._

=Bush.=

For what are they all in their high conceit, When man in the bush with God may meet? 249 EMERSON: _Good-Bye._

=Business.=

Let thy mind still be bent, still plotting, where And when, and how thy business may be done, Slackness breeds worms; but the sure traveller, Though he alights sometimes, still goeth on. 250 HERBERT: _Temple, Church Porch,_ St. 57.

=Buttercups.=

All will be gay when noontide wakes anew The buttercups, the little children's dower. 251 ROBERT BROWNING: _Home-Thoughts, From Abroad._

==C.==

=Cadence.=

Wit will shine Through the harsh cadence of a rugged line. 252 DRYDEN: _To the Memory of Mr. Oldham,_ Line 15.

=Cæsar.=

Imperious Cæsar, dead and turn'd to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the wind away. 253 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act v., Sc. 1.

But yesterday the word of Cæsar might Have stood against the world; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence. 254 SHAKS.: _Jul. Cæsar,_ Act iii., Sc. 2.

=Calamity.=

Affliction is enamour'd of thy parts, And thou art wedded to calamity. 255 SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act iii., Sc. 3.

=Calmness.=

And through the heat of conflict keeps the law In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw. 256 WORDSWORTH: _Character of the Happy Warrior._

=Calumny.=

Calumny will sear Virtue itself: these shrugs, these hums, and ha's. 257 SHAKS.: _Wint. Tale,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.

=Camping.=

The bed was made, the room was fit, By punctual eve the stars were lit; The air was still, the water ran, No need was there for maid or man, When we put up, my ass and I, At God's green caravanserai. 258 ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON: _A Camp._

=Candle.=

How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world. 259 SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act v., Sc. 1.

=Candor.=

Some positive, persisting fops we know, Who, if once wrong, will needs be always so; But you with pleasure own your errors past, And make each day a critique on the last. 260 POPE: _E. on Criticism,_ Pt. iii., Line 9.

=Cannons.=

The cannons have their bowels full of wrath; And ready mounted are they, to spit forth Their iron indignation. 261 SHAKS.: _King John,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.

=Canopy.=

Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise; My footstool earth, my canopy the skies. 262 POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. i., Line 139.

=Capacity.=

That wondrous soul Charoba once possest,-- Capacious, then, as earth or heaven could hold, Soul discontented with capacity,-- Is gone (I fear) forever. 263 WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR: _Gebir,_ Bk. ii.

=Captain.=

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won. The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring. But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. 264 WALT WHITMAN: _O Captain! My Captain_! (On Death of Lincoln.)

A rude and boisterous captain of the sea. 265 JOHN HOME: _Douglas,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.

=Care.=

Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie. 266 SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.

Care that is enter'd once into the breast, Will have the whole possession, ere it rest. 267 BEN JONSON: _Tale of a Tub,_ Act i., Sc. 3.

Care, whom not the gayest can outbrave, Pursues its feeble victim to the grave. 268 HENRY KIRKE WHITE: _Childhood,_ Pt. ii., Line 17.

Care to our coffin adds a nail, no doubt; And every grin, so merry, draws one out. 269 PETER PINDAR: _Ex. Odes,_ Ode 15.

Hang sorrow! care will kill a cat, And therefore let's be merry. 270 GEORGE WITHER: _Poem on Christmas._

=Carefulness.=

For my means, I'll husband them so well, They shall go far with little. 271 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iv., Sc. 5.

=Cat.=

A harmless necessary cat. 272 SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.

Let Hercules himself do what he may, The cat will mew and dog will have his day. 273 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act v., Sc. 1.

=Cataract.=

The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion. 274 WORDSWORTH: _Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey._

=Cathedrals.=

The high embower'd roof, With antique pillars, massy proof, And storied windows, richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. 275 MILTON: _Il Penseroso,_ Line 157.

=Cato.=

Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause. 276 POPE: _Prologue to the Satires,_ Line 207.

=Cattle.=

O Mary, go and call the cattle home, And call the cattle home, And call the cattle home, Across the sands o' Dee. 277 CHARLES KINGSLEY: _The Sands of Dee._

=Cause.=

And therefore little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself. 278 SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act i., Sc. 3.

=Caution.=

Let every eye negotiate for itself And trust no agent. 279 SHAKS.: _Much Ado,_ Act ii, Sc. 1.

Know when to speak; for many times it brings Danger, to give the best advice to kings. 280 HERRICK: _Aph. Caution in Council,_

Vessels large may venture more, But little boats should keep near shore. 281 FRANKLIN: _Poor Richard._

=Caverns.=

Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. 282 COLERIDGE: _Kubla Khan._

=Celibacy.=

But earthly happier is the rose distill'd, Than that, which, withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives and dies in single blessedness. 283 SHAKS.: _Mid. N. Dream,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

Our Maker bids increase; who bids abstain But our destroyer, foe to God and man? 284 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 748.

=Censure.=

Praise from a friend, or censure from a foe, Are lost on hearers that our merits know. 285 POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. x., Line 293.

=Ceremony.=

Ceremony was but devised at first To set a gloss on faint deeds--hollow welcomes, Recanting goodness, sorry ere 't is shown; But where there is true friendship, there needs none. 286 SHAKS.: _Timon of A.,_ Act i., Sc. 2.

=Challenge.=

There I throw my gage, To prove it on thee, to the extremest point Of mortal breathing. 287 SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.

=Chance.=

That power Which erring men call Chance. 288 MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 587.