Chapter 4

Shall I ask the brave soldier who fights by my side In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree? Shall I give up the friend I have valued and tried, If he kneel not before the same altar with me? 436 MOORE: _Come, Send Round the Wine._

=Crime.=

Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream. 437 SHAKS.: _Jul. Cæsar,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.

One murder made a villain, Millions a hero. Princes were privileged To kill, and numbers sanctified the crime. 438 BEILBY PORTEUS: _Death,_ Line 154.

=Criticism--Critics.=

I am nothing if not critical. 439 SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.

Critics I saw, that other names deface, And fix their own, with labor, in their place. 440 POPE: _Temple of Fame,_ Line 37.

=Cromwell.=

Cromwell, our chief of men, who through a cloud, Not of war only, but detractions rude, Guided by faith and matchless fortitude, To peace and truth thy glorious way hast plough'd. 441 MILTON: _Sonnets, To the Lord General Cromwell._

=Cross.=

The moon of Mahomet Arose, and it shall set; While, blazoned as on heaven's immortal noon, The cross leads generations on. 442 SHELLEY: _Hellas,_ Line 221.

=Crowd.=

Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray. 443 GRAY: _Elegy,_ St. 19.

=Crown.=

Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown, And put a barren sceptre in my gripe. 444 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 1.

What seem'd his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on. Satan was now at hand. 445 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 666.

=Cruelty.=

A stony adversary, an inhuman wretch, Uncapable of pity, void and empty From any dram of mercy. 446 SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.

=Cupid.=

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind. 447 SHAKS.: _Mid. N. Dream,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

Cupid is a casuist, A mystic, and a cabalist,-- Can your lurking thought surprise, And interpret your device.... Heralds high before him run; He has ushers many a one; He spreads his welcome where he goes, And touches all things with his rose. All things wait for and divine him,-- How shall I dare to malign him? 448 EMERSON: _Daem. and Celes., Love,_ Pt. i.

=Cure.=

'T is an ill cure For life's worst ills, to have no time to feel them. 449 SIR HENRY TAYLOR: _Philip Van Artevelde,_ Pt. i., Act i., Sc. 5.

=Curfew.=

The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. 450 GRAY: _Elegy,_ St. 1.

=Curiosity.=

I loathe that low vice, curiosity. 451 BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto i., St. 23.

=Curls.=

Shakes his ambrosial curls, and gives the nod,-- The stamp of fate, and sanction of the god. 452 POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. i., Line 684.

=Current.=

We must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures. 453 SHAKS.: _Jul. Cæsar,_ Act iv., Sc. 3.

=Curses.=

Let this pernicious hour Stand aye accursed in the calendar. 454 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.

But in their stead Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honor, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not. 455 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act v., Sc. 3.

It was that fatal and perfidious bark, Built in th' eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark. 456 MILTON: _Lycidas,_ Line 100.

=Custom.=

How use doth breed a habit in a man! 457 SHAKS.: _Two Gent. of V.,_ Act v., Sc. 4.

Custom calls me to 't;-- What custom wills, in all things should we do 't? 458 SHAKS.: _Coriolanus,_ Act ii., Sc. 3.

Assume a virtue, if you have it not. That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat, Of habits devil, is angel yet in this. 459 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 4

=Cypress.=

Dark tree! still sad when others' grief is fled, The only constant mourner o'er the dead. 460 BYRON: _Giaour,_ Line 286.

==D.==

=Daffadills.=

Fair daffadills, we weep to see You haste away so soon: As yet the early rising sun Has not attained his noon. 461 HERRICK: _To Daffadills._

=Dagger.=

Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand?... or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? 462 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act ii., Sc. 1

=Daisy.=

The daisy's cheek is tipp'd with a blush, She is of such low degree. 463 HOOD: _Flowers._

=Damnation.=

And deal damnation round the land. 464 POPE: _The Universal Prayer,_ St. 7.

=Damsel.=

A damsel with a dulcimer In a vision once I saw. 465 COLERIDGE: _Kubla Khan._

=Dancing.=

Alike all ages: dames of ancient days Have led their children through the mirthful maze: And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore, Has frisk'd beneath the burden of threescore. 466 GOLDSMITH: _Traveller,_ Line 251.

Her feet beneath her petticoat, Like little mice, stole in and out, As if they feared the light; But, oh! she dances such a way! No sun upon an Easter-day Is half so fine a sight. 467 SUCKLING: _On a Wedding._

Come and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe. 468 MILTON: _L'Allegro,_ Line 33.

On with the dance! let joy be unconfined! No sleep till morn, when youth and pleasure meet, To chase the glowing hours with flying feet. 469 BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iii., St. 22.

You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone? 470 BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto iii., St. 86. 10.

=Danger.=

He that stands upon a slippery place, Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up. 471 SHAKS.: _King John,_ Act iii., Sc. 4.

Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety. 472 SHAKS.: _1 Henry IV.,_ Act ii., Sc. 3.

Whom neither shape of danger can dismay, Nor thought of tender happiness betray. 473 WORDSWORTH: _Character of the Happy Warrior._

=Dante.=

Oh their Dante of the dread Inferno, Wrote one song--and in my brain I sing it. 474 ROBERT BROWNING: _One Word More,_ xvii.

=Daring.=

I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none. 475 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act i., Sc. 7

The bravest are the tenderest,-- The loving are the daring. 476 BAYARD TAYLOR: _The Song of the Camp._

=Darkness.=

Lo! darkness bends down like a mother of grief On the limitless plain, and the fall of her hair It has mantled a world. 477 JOAQUIN MILLER: _From Sea to Sea,_ St. 4.

Thy hand, great Anarch, lets the curtain fall, And universal darkness buries all. 478 POPE: _Dunciad,_ Bk. iv., Line 649.

=Dart.=

Th' adorning thee with so much art Is but a barb'rous skill; 'Tis like the pois'ning of a dart, Too apt before to kill. 479 ABRAHAM COWLEY: _The Waiting Maid._

=Daughter.=

Still harping on my daughter. 480 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

Farewell, farewell to thee, Araby's daughter! Thus warbled a Peri beneath the dark sea. 481 MOORE: _Lalla Rookh, The Fire-Worshippers._

=Dawn.=

The morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness. 482 SHAKS.: _Tempest,_ Act v., Sc. 1.

The day begins to break, and night is fled, Whose pitchy mantle over-veil'd the earth. 483 SHAKS.: _1 Henry VI.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

Clothing the palpable and familiar With golden exhalations of the dawn. 484 COLERIDGE: _Death of Wallenstein,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

=Day, Days.=

At the close of the day when the hamlet is still, And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove, When naught but the torrent is heard on the hill, And naught but the nightingale's song in the grove. 485 BEATTIE: _The Hermit._

My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone! 486 BYRON: _On my Thirty-sixth Year._

One of those heavenly days that cannot die. 487 WORDSWORTH: _Nutting._

=Death.=

Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come, when it will come. 488 SHAKS.: _Jul. Cæsar,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

Kings and mightiest potentates must die, For that's the end of human misery. 489 SHAKS.: _1 Henry VI.,_ Act iii., Sc. 2.

Death lies on her, like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field. 490 SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act iv., Sc. 5.

Though death be poor, it ends a mortal woe. 491 SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.

Behind her death, Close following pace for pace, not mounted yet On his pale horse. 492 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. x., Line 588.

Come to the bridal chamber, Death! Come to the mother's, when she feels, For the first time, her first-born's breath; Come when the blessed seals That close the pestilence are broke, And crowded cities wail its stroke; Come in consumption's ghastly form, The earthquake shock, the ocean storm; Come when the heart beats high and warm, With banquet song, and dance, and wine; And thou art terrible,--the tear, The groan, the knell, the pall, the bier, And all we know, or dream, or fear Of agony are thine. 493 FITZ-GREENE HALLECK: _Marco Bozzaris._

Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow. 494 YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night v., Line 1011.

To every man upon this earth Death cometh soon or late. 495 MACAULAY: _Lays Anc. Rome, Horatius,_ xxvii.

Leaves have their times to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set--but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O death. 496 MRS. HEMANS: _Hour of Death._

Death is only kind to mortals. 497 SCHILLER: _Complaint of Ceres,_ St. 4.

What a strange, delicious amazement is Death, To be without body and breathe without breath. 498 EDWIN ARNOLD: _She and He._

There is no Death! What seems so is transition; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call death. 499 LONGFELLOW: _Resignation,_ St. 5.

Our days begin with trouble here, Our life is but a span, And cruel death is always near, So frail a thing is man. 500 _From the New England Primer._

Death rides on every passing breeze, He lurks in every flower. 501 HEBER: _At a Funeral,_ No. i.

How wonderful is Death! Death and his brother Sleep. 502 SHELLEY: _Queen Mab,_ St. i.

And Death is beautiful as feet of friend Coming with welcome at our journey's end. 503 JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: _To George William Curtis._

Death in itself is nothing; but we fear To be we know not what, we know not where. 504 DRYDEN: _Aurengzebe,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.

=Debt.=

You say, you nothing owe; and so I say: He only owes, who something hath to pay. 505 MARTIAL: (_Hay_), ii., 3.

=Decay.=

Before decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers. 506 BYRON: _Giaour,_ Line 68.

The ruins of himself! now worn away With age, yet still majestic in decay. 507 POPE: _Odyssey,_ Bk. xxiv., Line 271.

=Deceit.=

Ah, that deceit should steal such gentle shapes, And with a virtuous visor hide deep vice. 508 SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

O, what a tangled web we weave, When first we practise to deceive. 509 SCOTT: _Marmion,_ Canto vi., St. 17

=December.=

And after him came next the chill December: Yet he, through merry feasting which he made And great bonfires, did not the cold remember; His Saviour's birth his mind so much did glad. 510 SPENSER: _Faerie Queene,_ Bk. vii., Canto vii., St. 41.

As soon Seek roses in December, ice in June. 511 BYRON: _English Bards and Scotch Reviewers,_ Line 75.

=Decency.=

Immodest words admit of no defence, For want of decency is want of sense. 512 EARL OF ROSCOMMON: _Essay on Translated Verse_; Line 113.

=Decision.=

If it were done, when 't is done, then 't were well It were done quickly. 513 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act i., Sc. 7.

Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side; Some great cause, God's new Messiah, offering each the bloom or blight, Parts the goats upon the left hand, and the sheep upon the right; And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light. 514 JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: _Present Crisis._

=Deeds.=

And with necessity, The tyrant's plea, excus'd his devilish deeds. 515 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 393.

Oh! 't is easy To beget great deeds; but in the rearing of them-- The threading in cold blood each mean detail, And furze brake of half-pertinent circumstance-- There lies the self-denial. 516 CHARLES KINGSLEY: _Saint's Tragedy,_ Act iv., Sc. 3.

=Deep.=

Embosom'd in the deep where Holland lies, Methinks her patient sons before me stand, Where the broad ocean leans against the land. 517 GOLDSMITH: _Traveller,_ Line 282.

=Defeat.=

Such a numerous host Fled not in silence through the frighted deep, With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout, Confusion worse confounded. 518 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 993.

=Defect.=

So may a glory from defect arise. 519 ROBERT BROWNING: _Deaf and Dumb._

=Defence.=

What boots it at one gate to make defence, And at another to let in the foe? 520 MILTON: _Samson Agonistes,_ Line 560.

=Defiance.=

I do defy him, and I spit at him; Call him a slanderous coward, and a villain: Which to maintain, I would allow him odds; And meet him, were I tied to run a-foot, Even to the frozen ridges of the Alps. 521 SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

=Deity.=

Hail, source of being! universal soul Of heaven and earth! essential presence, hail! To Thee I bend the knee; to Thee my thoughts Continual, climb; who, with a master hand, Hast the great whole into perfection touch'd. 522 THOMSON: _Seasons, Spring,_ Line 556.

=Dejection.=

As high as we have mounted in delight, In our dejection do we sink as low. 523 WORDSWORTH: _Resolution and Independence,_ St. 4.

=Delay.=

Delay leads impotent and snail-paced beggary. 524 SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act iv., Sc. 3.

Be wise to-day; 't is madness to defer; Next day the fatal precedent will plead; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life. 525 YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night i., Line 390.

=Deliberation.=

Deep on his front engraven, Deliberation sat, and public care. 526 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 300.

=Delight.=

She was a phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight, A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament. 527 WORDSWORTH: _She was a Phantom of Delight._

=Delusion.=

For love of grace, Lay not that flattering unction to your soul That not your trespass but my madness speaks: It will but skin and film the ulcerous place. Whiles rank corruption, mining all within, Infects unseen. 528 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 4.

=Denmark.=

Something is rotten in the State of Denmark. 529 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 4.

=Deportment.=

What's a fine person, or a beauteous face, Unless deportment gives them decent grace? Blest with all other requisites to please, Some want the striking elegance of ease; The curious eye their awkward movement tires; They seem like puppets led about by wires. 530 CHURCHILL: _Rosciad,_ Line 741.

=Depravity.=

God's love seemed lost upon him. 531 BAILEY: _Festus,_ Sc. _Heaven._

=Depression.=

All day the darkness and the cold Upon my heart have lain, Like shadows on the winter sky, Like frost upon the pane. 532 WHITTIER: _On Receiving an Eagle's Quill._

=Desert.=

In the cold grave, under the deep, deep sea, Or in the wide desert where no life is found. 533 HOOD. _Sonnet, Silence._

The keenest pangs the wretched find Are rapture to the dreary void, The leafless desert of the mind, The waste of feelings unemployed. 534 BYRON: _Giaour,_ Line 957.

=Desire (Love).=

It liveth not in fierce desire, With dead desire it doth not die. 535 SCOTT: _Lay of the Last Minstrel,_ Canto v., St. 13.

=Desolation.=

Desolate! Life is so dreary and desolate. Women and men in the crowd meet and mingle, Yet with itself every soul standeth single, Deep out of sympathy moaning its moan; Holding and having its brief exultation; Making its lonesome and low lamentation; Fighting its terrible conflicts alone. 536 ALICE CARY: _Life._

=Despair.=

Despair defies even despotism; there is That in my heart would make its way thro' hosts With levell'd spears. 537 BYRON: _Two Foscari,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

Then black despair, The shadow of a starless night, was thrown Over the world in which I moved alone. 538 SHELLEY: _Revolt of Islam, Dedication,_ St. 6

The strongest and the fiercest spirit That fought in heaven, now fiercer by despair. 539 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 44.

=Destiny.=

That old miracle--Love-at-first-sight-- Needs no explanations. The heart reads aright Its destiny sometimes. 540 OWEN MEREDITH: _Lucile,_ Pt. ii., Canto vi., St. 16.

Where'er she lie, Locked up from mortal eye, In shady leaves of destiny. 541 RICHARD CRASHAW: _Wishes to his Supposed Mistress._

=Determination.=

I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape, And bid me hold my peace. 542 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 2.

=Detraction.=

Happy are they that hear their detractions, And can put them to mending. 543 SHAKS.: _Much Ado,_ Act ii., Sc. 3.

A third interprets motions, looks, and eyes; At every word a reputation dies. 544 POPE: _R. of the Lock,_ Canto iii., Line 15.

=Devil.=

'T is the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. 545 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

The devil was sick, the devil a saint would be; The devil was well, the devil a saint was he. 546 RABELAIS: _Works,_ Bk. iv., Ch. xxiv.

=Devotion.=

As down in the sunless retreats of the ocean Sweet flowers are springing no mortal can see, So deep in my soul the still prayer of devotion Unheard by the world, rises silent to Thee. 517 MOORE: _As Down in the Sunless Retreats._

=Dew.=

What gentle ghost, besprent with April dew, Hails me so solemnly to yonder yew? 548 BEN JONSON: _Elegy on the Lady Jane Pawlet._

=Dial.=

True as the dial to the sun, Although it be not shin'd upon. 549 BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. iii., Canto ii., Line 175.

=Difficulty.=

It is as hard to come, as for a camel To thread the postern of a needle's eye. 550 SHAKS: _Richard II.,_ Act v., Sc. 5.

=Dignity.=

Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye, In every gesture dignity and love. 551 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. viii., Line 488.

=Digression.=

And there began a lang digression About the lords o' the creation. 552 BURNS: _The Twa Dogs._

=Dinner.=

Since Eve ate apples, much depends on dinner. 553 BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto xiii., St. 99.

=Disappointment.=

Oh! that a dream so sweet, so long enjoy'd, Should be so sadly, cruelly destroy'd! 554 MOORE: _Lalla Rookh, Veiled Prophet of Khorassan._

=Discord.=

Discord oft in music makes the sweeter lay. 555 SPENSER: _Faerie Queene,_ Bk. iii., Canto ii., St. 15.

From hence, let fierce contending nations know What dire effects from civil discord flow. 556 ADDISON: _Cato,_ Act ii., Sc. 4.

=Discourse.=

Sure, he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and godlike reason To fust in us unused. 557 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iv., Sc. 4.

=Discretion.=

Let's teach ourselves that honorable stop, Not to outsport discretion. 558 SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act ii., Sc. 3.

It shewed discretion, the best part of valor. 559 BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _King and No King,_ Act iv., Sc. 3.

=Diseases.=

Diseases, desperate grown, By desperate appliance are reliev'd, Or not at all. 560 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iv., Sc. 3.

=Disguise.=

'T is great, 't is manly, to disdain disguise; It shows our spirit, or it proves our strength. 561 YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night viii., Line 372.

=Dislike.=

I do not love thee, Doctor Fell, The reason why I cannot tell; But this alone I know full well, I do not love thee, Doctor Fell. 562 TOM BROWN: _Trans. of Martial's Ep. I.,_ 33.

=Disobedience.=

Of man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste Brought death into the world, and all our woe. 563 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i., Line 1.

=Disorder.=

You have displac'd the mirth, broke the good meeting, With most admir'd disorder. 564 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 4.

=Disposition.=

He is of a very melancholy disposition. 565 SHAKS.: _Much Ado,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

=Dispute.=

'T is strange how some men's tempers suit, Like bawd and brandy, with dispute, That for their own opinions stand fast, Only to have them claw'd and canvass'd. 566 BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. ii., Canto ii., Line 1.

=Dissension.=

Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts, That no dissension hinder government. 567 SHAKS.: _3 Henry VI.,_ Act iv., Sc. 6.

=Dissimulation.=

Away and mock the time with fairest show; False face must hide what the false heart doth know. 568 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act i., Sc. 7.

=Dissolution.=

Like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve; And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. 569 SHAKS.: _Tempest,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.

=Distance.=

'T is distance lends enchantment to the view, And robes the mountain in its azure hue. 570 CAMPBELL: _Pl. of Hope,_ Pt. i., Line 7.

Sweetest melodies Are those that are by distance made more sweet. 571 WORDSWORTH: _Personal Talk,_ St. 2.

=Distrust.=

The saddest thing that can befall a soul Is when it loses faith in God and woman. 572 ALEXANDER SMITH: _A Life Drama,_ Sc. 12.

=Divinity.=

There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will. 573 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act v., Sc. 2.

=Doctrine.=

And prove their doctrine orthodox, By apostolic blows and knocks. 574 BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. i., Canto i., Line 205.

=Dogs.=

Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men; As hounds, and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs, Shoughs, water-rugs, and demi-wolves, are 'clept All by the name of dogs. 575 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 1.

=Dominion.=

Here we may reign secure, and in my choice To reign is worth ambition, though in Hell: Better to reign in Hell, than serve in Heaven. 576 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i., Line 261.

=Doom.=

What, will the line stretch out to the crack of doom? 577 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.

=Doubt.=

Modest doubt is call'd The beacon of the wise, the tent that searches To the bottom of the worst. 578 SHAKS.: _Troil. and Cress.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

Our doubts are traitors, And make us lose the good we oft might win, By fearing to attempt. 579 SHAKS.: _M. for M.,_ Act i., Sc. 5.

=Drama.=

The drama's laws the drama's patrons give, For we that live to please, must please to live. 580 DR. JOHNSON: _Pro. On Opening Drury Lane Theatre._

=Dreams.=

I talk of dreams Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy; Which is as thin of substance as the air; And more inconstant than the wind. 581 SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act i., Sc. 4.

Dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy. 582 BYRON: _Dream,_ St. 1.

Some dreams we have are nothing else but dreams, Unnatural and full of contradictions; Yet others of our most romantic schemes Are something more than fictions. 583 HOOD: _The Haunted House._

Like glimpses of forgotten dreams. 584 TENNYSON: _The Two Voices,_ St. cxxvii.

=Dress.=

Be plain in dress, and sober in your diet; In short, my deary, kiss me, and be quiet. 585 LADY M.W. MONTAGU: _A Summary of Lord Lyttelton's Advice._

We sacrifice to dress, till household joys And comforts cease. Dress drains our cellar dry, And keeps our larder lean; puts out our fires, And introduces hunger, frost, and woe, Where peace and hospitality might reign. 586 COWPER: _Task,_ Bk. ii., Line 614.

=Drink--Drinking--Drunkenness.=

Oh, that men should put an enemy in Their mouths, to steal away their brains! that we Should, with joy, pleasance, revel and applause, Transform ourselves into beasts! 587 SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act ii., Sc. 3,

Give him strong drink until he wink, That's sinking in despair; An' liquor guid to fire his bluid, That's prest wi' grief an' care, There let him house and deep carouse, Wi' bumpers flowing o'er, Till he forgets his loves or debts, An' minds his griefs no more. 588 BURNS: _Scotch Drink._

=Dryden.=