Chapter 3

All nature is but art unknown to thee, All chance, direction, which thou canst not see. 289 POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. i., Line 289.

=Change.=

All but God is changing day by day. 290 CHARLES KINGSLEY: _Prometheus._

When change itself can give no more, 'T is easy to be true. 291 CHARLES SEDLEY: _Reasons for Constancy._

Let the great world spin forever down the ringing grooves of change. 292 TENNYSON: _Locksley Hall,_ Line 182.

=Chaos.=

For he being dead, with him is beauty slain, And, beauty dead, black chaos comes again. 293 SHAKS.: _Venus and A.,_ Line 1019.

Chaos of thought and passion, all confused; Still by himself abused or disabused. 294 POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. ii., Line 13.

=Character.=

There is a kind of character in thy life, That to the observer doth thy history Fully unfold. 295 SHAKS.: _M. for M.,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

Worth, courage, honor, these indeed Your sustenance and birthright are. 296 E.C. STEDMAN: _Beyond the Portals,_ Pt. 10.

=Charity.=

Charity itself fulfils the law, And who can sever love from charity? 297 SHAKS.: _Love's L. Lost,_ Act iv., Sc. 3.

Alas for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun! 298 HOOD: _Bridge of Sighs._

=Charms.=

Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul. 299 POPE: _R. of the Lock,_ Canto v., Line 34.

=Chastity.=

So dear to heav'n is saintly chastity, That when a soul is found sincerely so, A thousand liveried angels lackey her. 300 MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 453.

=Chatterton.=

I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous boy, The sleepless soul that perish'd in his pride. Of him who walk'd in glory and in joy, Following his plough along the mountain side. 301 WORDSWORTH: _Res. and Indep.,_ St. 7.

=Chaucer.=

Dan Chaucer, well of English undefyled, On Fame's eternall beadroll worthie to be fyled. 302 SPENSER: _Faerie Queene,_ Bk. iv., Canto ii., St. 32.

=Cheating.=

Doubtless the pleasure is as great, Of being cheated as to cheat. 303 BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. ii., Canto iii., Line 1.

=Cheerfulness.=

It is good To lengthen to the last a sunny mood. 304 JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: _Legend of Brittany,_ Pt. i., St. 35.

=Chickens.=

To swallow gudgeons ere they 're catch'd, And count their chickens ere they 're hatch'd. 305 BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. ii., Canto ii., Line 923.

=Chiding.=

Chide him for faults, and do it reverently, When you perceive his blood inclined to mirth. 306 SHAKS.: _2 Henry IV.,_ Sc. 4.

=Child--Childhood--Children.=

Ah! what would the world be to us If the children were no more? We should dread the desert behind us Worse than the dark before. 307 LONGFELLOW: _Children._

Behold the child, by nature's kindly law, Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw. 308 POPE: _Essay on Man._ Epis. ii., Line 275.

The child is father of the man. 309 WORDSWORTH: _My Heart Leaps,_ Line 7.

Children are the keys of Paradise. They alone are good and wise, Because their thoughts, their very lives are prayer 310 R.H. STODDARD: _The Children's Prayer._

I have had playmates, I have had companions, In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days. All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. 311 CHARLES LAMB: _Old Familiar Faces._

As children gath'ring pebbles on the shore. 312 MILTON: _Par. Regained,_ Bk. iv., Line 330.

Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight, Make me a child again, just for to-night. 313 ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN: _Rock Me to Sleep._

=Chime.=

Faintly as tolls the evening chime, Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. 314 MOORE: _A Canadian Boat-Song._

=Chivalry.=

Cervantes smil'd Spain's chivalry away. 315 BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto xiii., St. 11.

=Choice.=

There's small choice in rotten apples. 316 SHAKS.: _Tam. of the S.,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

Follow thou thy choice. 317 WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _Alcayde of Molina._

=Choler.=

Must I give way and room to your rash choler? Shall I be frighted when a madman stares? 318 SHAKS.: _Jul. Cæsar,_ Act iv., Sc. 3.

=Chord.=

Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight. 319 TENNYSON: _Locksley Hall,_ Line 33.

=Christ.=

In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me: As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free. 320 JULIA WARD HOWE: _Battle Hymn of the Republic._

Hail to the King of Bethlehem, Who weareth in his diadem The yellow crocus for the gem Of his authority. 321 LONGFELLOW: _Christus, Golden Legend,_ Pt. iii.

Christ--the one great word Well worth all languages in earth or Heaven. 322 BAILEY: _Festus,_ Sc. _Heaven._

We kind o' thought Christ went agin war an' pillage. 323 JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: _Biglow Papers,_ No. iii.

=Christmas.=

At Christmas play, and make good cheer, For Christmas comes but once a year. 324 TUSSER: 500 _Pts. Good Hus.,_ Ch. 12.

Again at Christmas did we weave The holly round the Christmas hearth; The silent snow possess'd the earth. 325 TENNYSON: _In Memoriam,_ Pt. lxxvii., St. 1.

Bright be thy Christmas tide! Carol it far and wide, Jesus, the King and the Saviour, is come! 326 FRANCES R. HAVERGAL: _Christmas Mottoes._

Heap on more wood! the wind is chill; But let it whistle as it will, We'll keep our Christmas merry still. 327 SCOTT: _Marmion,_ Canto vi., Introduction.

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring,--not even a mouse. 328 CLEMENT C. MOORE: _A Visit from St. Nicholas._

=Church.=

Who builds a church to God, and not to fame, Will never mark the marble with his name. 329 POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. iii., Line 285.

"What is a church?" Let truth and reason speak; They would reply--"The faithful pure and meek, From Christian folds, the one selected race, Of all professions, and in every place." 330 CRABBE: _The Borough,_ Letter ii.

=Churchyard.=

The solitary, silent, solemn scene, Where Cæsars, heroes, peasants, hermits lie, Blended in dust together; where the slave Rests from his labors; where th' insulting proud Resigns his power; the miser drops his hoard; Where human folly sleeps. 331 DYER: _Ruins of Rome,_ Line 540.

=Churlishness.=

My master is of churlish disposition, And little recks to find the way to heaven, By doing deeds of hospitality. 332 SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 4.

=Circumstance.=

And grasps the skirts of happy chance, And breasts the blows of circumstance. 333 TENNYSON: _In Memoriam,_ Pt. lxiii., St. 2.

=Citadel.=

A tower'd citadel, a pendent rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon't. 334 SHAKS.: _Ant. and Cleo.,_ Act iv., Sc. 14.

=Citizens.=

Before man made us citizens, great Nature made us men. 335 JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: _The Capture of Fugitive Slaves._

=City.=

As one who long in populous city pent, Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air. 336 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ix., Line 445.

=Civilities.=

Love taught him shame; and shame, with love at strife, Soon taught the sweet civilities of life. 337 DRYDEN: _Cym. and Iph.,_ Line 133.

=Clay.=

Tho' he trip and fall, He shall not blind his soul with clay. 338 TENNYSON: _The Princess,_ Pt. vii., Line 308.

=Cleanliness.=

E'en from the body's purity, the mind Receives a secret sympathetic aid. 339 THOMSON: _Seasons, Summer,_ Line 1269.

=Clergyman.=

Near yonder copse, where once the garden smil'd, And still where many a garden flow'r grows wild, There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year. 340 GOLDSMITH: _Des. Village,_ Line 137.

=Cliff.=

As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm,-- Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head. 341 GOLDSMITH: _Des. Village,_ Line 189.

=Clime.=

Forc'd from their homes, a melancholy train, To traverse climes beyond the western main. 342 GOLDSMITH: _Traveller,_ Line 409.

=Cloak.=

Itt 's pride that putts the countrye doune, Then take thine old cloake about thee. 343 PERCY: _Take Thy Old Cloak About Thee._

=Clock.=

Till like a clock worn out with eating time, The wheels of weary life at last stood still. 344 DRYDEN: _Oedipus,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.

=Clothes.=

The naked every day he clad When he put on his clothes. 345 GOLDSMITH: _Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog._

=Clouds.=

Circling the mountains the gray clouds go Heavy with storms as a mother with child, Seeking release from their burden of snow With calm slow motion they cross the wild-- Stately and sombre, they catch and cling To the barren crags of the peaks in the west, Weary with waiting, and mad for rest. 346 HAMLIN GARLAND: _The Clouds._

Clouds on the western side Grow gray and grayer, hiding the warm sun. 347 CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI: _Twilight Calm._

Those clouds are angels' robes.--That fiery west Is paved with smiling faces. 348 CHARLES KINGSLEY: _Saint's Tragedy,_ Act i., Sc. 3.

=Coach.=

Go, call a coach, and let a coach be call'd, And let the man who calleth be the caller, And in his calling let him nothing call But coach! coach! coach! oh, for a coach, ye gods! 349 CAREY: _Chrononhotonthologos,_ Act i., Sc. 3.

=Cock-crowing.=

The early village cock Hath twice done salutation to the morn. 350 SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act v., Sc. 3.

=Coincidence.=

A "strange coincidence," to use a phrase By which such things are settled nowadays. 351 BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto vi., St. 78.

=Cold.=

The cold in clime are cold in blood, Their love can scarce deserve the name. 352 BYRON: _Giaour,_ Line 1099.

For this relief much thanks: 'tis bitter cold, And I am sick at heart. 353 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

=Coliseum.=

"While stands the Coliseum, Rome shall stand; When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall; And when Rome falls--the world." 354 BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iv., St. 145.

=Colossus.=

Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus, and we petty men Walk under his huge legs and peep about To find ourselves dishonorable graves. 355 SHAKS.: _Jul. Cæsar,_ Act i., Sc. 2.

=Colors.=

I took it for a faery vision Of some gay creatures of the element, That in the colors of the rainbow live, And play i' th' plighted clouds. 356 MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 298.

=Columbia.=

Columbia, Columbia, to glory arise, The queen of the world and child of the skies! Thy genius commands thee; with rapture behold, While ages on ages thy splendors unfold. 357 TIMOTHY DWIGHT: _Columbia._

=Column.=

Where London's column, pointing at the skies, Like a tall bully, lifts the head and lies. 358 POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. iii., Line 339.

=Combat.=

The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory or the grave! 359 CAMPBELL: _Hohenlinden._

=Comet.=

Incens'd with indignation Satan stood Unterrify'd, and like a comet burn'd That fires the length of Ophiuchus huge In th' Arctic sky, and from his horrid hair Shakes pestilence and war. 360 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 707.

=Comfort.=

O, my good lord, that comfort comes too late; 'Tis like a pardon after execution; That gentle physic, given in time, had cur'd me; But now I'm past all comforts here but prayers. 361 SHAKS.: _Henry VIII.,_ Act iv., Sc. 2.

=Commandments.=

Could I come near your beauty with my nails, I'd set my ten commandments in your face. 362 SHAKS.: _2 Henry VI.,_ Act i., Sc. 3.

=Commentators.=

How commentators each dark passage shun, And hold their farthing candle to the sun. 363 YOUNG: _Love of Fame,_ Satire vii., Line 97.

=Commerce.=

Where wealth and freedom reign contentment fails, And honor sinks where commerce long prevails. 364 GOLDSMITH: _Traveller,_ Line 91.

=Communion.=

When one that holds communion with the skies Has fill'd his urn where these pure waters rise, And once more mingles with us meaner things, 'Tis e'en as if an angel shook his wings. 365 COWPER: _Charity,_ Line 435.

=Companions.=

Oh could I fly, I'd fly with thee! We'd make with joyful wing Our annual visit o'er the globe, Companions of the spring. 366 JOHN LOGAN: _To the Cuckoo._

=Comparisons.=

When the moon shone, we did not see the candle; So doth the greater glory dim the less. 36 SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act v., Sc. 1.

In virtues nothing earthly could surpass her, Save thine "incomparable oil," Macassar! 368 BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto i., St. 17.

=Compass.=

Though pleased to see the dolphins play, I mind my compass and my way. 369 MATTHEW GREEN: _Spleen,_ Line 93.

=Compassion.=

O, heavens! can you hear a good man groan, And not relent, or not compassion him? 370 SHAKS.: _Titus And.,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.

=Compensation.=

Under the storm and the cloud to-day, And to-day the hard peril and pain-- To-morrow the stone shall be rolled away, For the sunshine shall follow the rain. Merciful Father, I will not complain, I know that the sunshine shall follow the rain. 371 JOAQUIN MILLER: _For Princess Maud._

=Complexion.=

Mislike me not for my complexion, The shadow'd livery of the burnish'd sun. 372 SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.

=Compulsion.=

Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie. 373 MILTON: _Arcades,_ Line 68.

=Concealment.=

She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek. 374 SHAKS.: _Tw. Night,_ Act ii., Sc. 3.

=Conceit.=

Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works. 375 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 4.

=Conclusion.=

But this denoted a foregone conclusion. 376 SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act iii., Sc. 3.

=Concord.=

Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, Uproar the universal peace, confound All unity on earth. 377 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iv., Sc. 3.

=Condemnation.=

To each his suff'rings; all are men, Condemn'd alike to groan,-- The tender for another's pain, Th' unfeeling for his own. 378 GRAY: _On a Distant Prospect of Eton College._

=Confession.=

Come, now again thy woes impart, Tell all thy sorrows, all thy sin; We cannot heal the throbbing heart, Till we discern the wounds within. 379 CRABBE: _Hall of Justice,_ Pt. ii.

=Confidence.=

I will believe Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know; And so far will I trust thee. 380 SHAKS.: _1 Henry IV.,_ Act ii., Sc. 3.

=Conflict.=

Arms on armor clashing bray'd Horrible discord, and the madding wheels Of brazen chariots rag'd; dire was the noise Of conflict. 381 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. vi., Line 209.

=Confusion.=

Ruin seize thee, ruthless king! Confusion on thy banners wait! 382 GRAY: _The Bard,_ Pt. i., St. 1.

With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout, Confusion worse confounded. 383 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 995.

=Congregation.=

Wherever God erects a house of prayer, The Devil always builds a chapel there; And 't will be found, upon examination, The latter has the largest congregation. 384 DEFOE: _True-Born Englishman,_ Pt. i., Line 1.

=Conquest.=

Though fann'd by Conquest's crimson wing, They mock the air with idle slate. 385 GRAY: _The Bard,_ Pt. i., St. 1.

=Conscience.=

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus 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 torn awry, And lose the name of action. 386 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 1.

O conscience, into what abyss of fears And horrors hast thou driven me; out of which I find no way, from deep to deeper plung'd! 387 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. x., Line 842.

But, at sixteen, the conscience rarely gnaws So much, as when we call our old debts in At sixty years, and draw the accounts of evil, And find a deuced balance with the devil. 388 BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto i., St. 167.

=Consideration.=

Consideration like an angel came, And whipp'd the offending Adam out of him. 389 SHAKS.: _Henry V.,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

=Consistency.=

Gineral C. is a dreffle smart man; He's ben on all sides thet give places or pelf; But consistency still wuz a part of his plan,-- He's ben true to _one_ party, an' thet is himself. 390 JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: _Biglow Papers,_ No. ii.

=Consolation.=

This grief is crowned with consolation. 391 SHAKS.: _Ant. and Cleo.,_ Act i., Sc. 2.

Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow; Raze out the written troubles of the brain; And, with some sweet oblivious antidote, Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff, Which weighs upon the heart? 392 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act v., Sc. 3.

=Conspiracy.=

Conspiracies no sooner should be formed Than executed. 393 ADDISON: _Cato,_ Act i., Sc. 2.

=Constancy.=

I am constant as the northern star, Of whose true-fix'd, and resting quality There is no fellow in the firmament. 394 SHAKS.: _Jul. Cæsar,_ Act iii., Sc. 1.

Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth, And constancy lives in realms above. 395 COLERIDGE: _Christabel,_ Pt. ii.

=Consummation.=

To die: to sleep: No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heartache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to,--'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. 396 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 1.

=Contemplation.=

For contemplation he and valor form'd, For softness she and sweet attractive grace. 397 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 297.

=Contempt.=

From no one vice exempt, And most contemptible to shun contempt. 398 POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. i., Line 194.

=Contention.=

Sons and brothers at a strife! What is your quarrel? how began it first? --No quarrel, but a slight contention. 399 SHAKS.: _3 Henry VI.,_ Act i., Sc. 2.

=Contentment.=

He that commends me to mine own content, Commends me to the thing I cannot get. 400 SHAKS.: _Com. of Errors,_ Act i., Sc. 2.

This is the charm, by sages often told, Converting all it touches into gold: Content can soothe, where'er by fortune placed, Can rear a garden in the desert waste. 401 HENRY KIRKE WHITE: _Clifton Grove,_ Line 139.

=Contradiction.=

Woman's at best a contradiction still. 402 POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. ii., Line 270.

=Controversy.=

Great contest follows, and much learned dust Involves the combatants; each claiming truth, And truth disclaiming both. 403 COWPER: _Task,_ Bk. iii., Line 161.

=Conversation.=

A dearth of words a woman need not fear; But 't is a task indeed to learn--to hear: In that the skill of conversation lies; That shows or makes you both polite and wise. 404 YOUNG: _Love of Fame,_ Satire v., Line 57.

=Converts.=

More proselytes and converts use t' accrue To false persuasions than the right and true; For error and mistake are infinite, But truth has but one way to be i' th' right. 405 BUTLER: _Misc. Thoughts,_ Line 113.

=Cooks.=

Heaven sends us good meat; but the devil sends cooks. 406 GARRICK: _Epigr. on Goldsmith's Retal._

=Coquette.=

Or light or dark, or short or tall, She sets a springe to snare them all; All 's one to her--above her fan She 'd make sweet eyes at Caliban. 407 T.B. ALDRICH: _Coquette._

=Corruption.=

Corruption is a tree, whose branches are Of an unmeasurable length: they spread Ev'rywhere; and the dew that drops from thence Hath infected some chairs and stools of authority. 408 BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _Hon. Man's For.,_ Act iii., Sc. 3

At length corruption, like a general flood, (So long by watchful ministers withstood,) Shall deluge all; and avarice creeping on, Spread like a low-born mist, and blot the sun. 409 POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. iii., Line 135.

=Counsel.=

Bosom up my counsel, You'll find it wholesome. 410 SHAKS.: _Henry VIII.,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

Here thou, great Anna! whom three realms obey, Dost sometimes counsel take--and sometimes tea. 411 POPE: _R. of the Lock,_ Canto iii., Line 7.

=Country.=

God made the country, and man made the town; What wonder, then, that health and virtue, gifts, That can alone make sweet the bitter draught That life holds out to all, should most abound, And least be threatened in the fields and groves? 412 COWPER: _Task,_ Bk. i., Line 749.

True patriots all; for be it understood We left our country for our country's good. 413 GEORGE BARRINGTON: _Prologue written for the Opening of the Playhouse at New South Wales, Jan. 16, 1796._

=Courage.=

What man dare, I dare. Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, The arm'd Rhinoceros, or th' Hyrcanian tiger. Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves Shall never tremble. 414 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 4.

I dare do all that may become a man: Who dares do more is none. 415 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act i., Sc. 7.

No thought of flight, None of retreat, no unbecoming deed That argued fear; each on himself relied, As only in his arm the moment lay Of victory. 416 MILTON, _Par. Lost,_ Bk. vi., Line 236.

=Court--Courtiers.=

The caterpillars of the commonwealth, Whom I have soon to weed and pluck away. 417 SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act ii., Sc. 3.

Not a courtier, Although they wear their faces to the bent Of the king's looks, hath a heart that is not Glad at the thing they scowl at. 418 SHAKS.: _Cymbeline,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

A mere court butterfly, That flutters in the pageant of a monarch. 419 BYRON: _Sardanapalus,_ Act v., Sc. 1.

=Courtesy.=

How sweet and gracious, even in common speech, Is that fine sense which men call Courtesy! Wholesome as air and genial as the light, Welcome in every clime as breath of flowers,-- It transmutes aliens into trusting friends, And gives its owner passport round the globe. 420 JAMES T. FIELDS: _Courtesy._

=Courtship.=

Bring, therefore, all the forces that you may, And lay incessant battery to her heart; Plaints, prayers, vows, ruth, and sorrow, and dismay,-- These engines can the proudest love convert. 421 SPENSER: _Amoretti and Epithalamion,_ Sonnet xiv.

She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd; She is a woman, therefore may be won. 422 SHAKS.: _Titus And.,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.

He that would win his dame must do As love does when he draws his bow; With one hand thrust the lady from, And with the other pull her home. 423 BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. ii., Canto i., Line 449.

=Covetousness.=

When workmen strive to do better than well, They do confound their skill in covetousness. 424 SHAKS.: _King John,_ Act iv., Sc. 2.

=Cowardice.=

O, that a mighty man, of such descent, Of such possessions, and so high esteem, Should be infused with so foul a spirit! 425 SHAKS.: _Tam. of the S.,_ Introduction, Sc. 2.

Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. 426 SHAKS.: _Jul. Cæsar,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

The man that lays his hand upon a woman, Save in the way of kindness, is a wretch Whom 't were gross flattery to name a coward. 427 JOHN TOBIN: _Honeymoon,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.

The coward never on himself relies, But to an equal for assistance flies. 428 CRABBE: Tale iii., Line 84.

=Cowslips.=

With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears. 429 MILTON: _Lycidas,_ Line 139.

=Coxcombs.=

So by false learning is good sense defac'd; Some are bewilder'd in the maze of schools, And some made coxcombs, nature meant but fools. 430 POPE: _E. on Criticism,_ Pt. i., Line 25.

And coxcombs vanquish Berkeley by a grin. 431 JOHN BROWN: _An Essay on Satire._

=Cradle.=

Me let the tender office long engage To rock the cradle of reposing age. 432 POPE: _Prologue to the Satires,_ Line 408.

=Craftiness.=

That for ways that are dark And for tricks that are vain, The heathen Chinee is peculiar. 433 BRET HARTE: _Plain Language from Truthful James._

=Creation.=

Creation sleeps! 'T is as the general pulse Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause,-- An awful pause! prophetic of her end. 434 YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night i., Line 23.

=Credit.=

Bless paper credit! last and best supply! That lends corruption lighter wings to fly. 435 POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. iii., Line 39.

=Creed.=