Chapter 22

When we shall hear The rain and wind beat dark December, how, In this our pinching cave, shall we discourse The freezing hours away? _Cymbeline, Act iii. Sc_. 3. SHAKESPEARE.

See, Winter comes, to rule the varied year, Sullen and sad, with all his rising train; Vapors, and Clouds, and Storms. _The Seasons: Winter_. J. THOMSON.

From snow-topped hills the whirlwinds keenly blow, Howl through the woods, and pierce the vales below, Through the sharp air a flaky torrent flies, Mocks the slow sight, and hides the gloomy skies. _Inebriety_ G. CRABBE.

Let Winter come! let polar spirits sweep The darkening world, and tempest-troubled deep! Though boundless snows the withered heath deform, And the dim sun scarce wanders through the storm, Yet shall the smile of social love repay, With mental light, the melancholy day! And, when its short and sullen noon is o'er, The ice-chained waters slumbering on the shore, How bright the fagots in his little hall Blaze on the hearth, and warm the pictured wall! _The Pleasures of Hope_. T. CAMPBELL.

Look! the massy trunks Are cased in the pure crystal; each light spray, Nodding and tinkling in the breath of heaven, Is studded with its trembling water-drops, That glimmer with an amethystine light. _A Winter Piece_. W.C. BRYANT.

Come when the rains Have glazed the snow and clothed the trees with ice, While the slant sun of February pours Into the bowers a flood of light. Approach! The incrusted surface shall upbear thy steps. _A Winter Piece_. W.C. BRYANT.

O Winter, ruler of the inverted year.

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I love thee, all unlovely as thou seem'st, And dreaded as thou art! I crown thee king of intimate delights, Fireside enjoyments, home-born happiness, And all the comforts that the lowly roof Of undisturbed Retirement, and the hours Of long uninterrupted evening, know. _The Task: Winter Evening_. W. COWPER.

SECRET.

Two may keep counsel, putting one away. _Romeo and Juliet, Act ii. Sc_. 4. SHAKESPEARE.

And whatsoever else shall hap to-night, Give it an understanding, but no tongue. _Hamlet, Act i. Sc_. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

If you have hitherto concealed this sight, Let it be tenable in your silence still. _Hamlet, Act i. Sc_. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

I have played the fool, the gross fool, to believe The bosom of a friend will hold a secret Mine own could not contain. _Unnatural Combat, Act v. Sc_. 2. P. MASSINGER.

SHAME.

O shame, where is thy blush? _Hamlet, Act iii. Sc_. 4. SHAKESPEARE.

Here shame dissuades him, there his fear prevails, And each by turns his aching heart assails. _Metamorphoses: Actaeon, Bk. III_. OVID. _Trans. of_ ADDISON.

All is confounded, all! Reproach and everlasting shame Sits mocking in our plumes. _King Henry V., Act iv. Sc_. 5. SHAKESPEARE.

He was not born to shame: Upon his brow shame was ashamed to sit. _Romeo and Juliet, Act iii. Sc. 2_. SHAKESPEARE.

Himself sole author of his own disgrace. _Hope_. W. COWPER.

Men the most infamous are fond of fame: And those who fear not guilt, yet start at shame. _The Author_. C. CHURCHILL.

Had it pleased Heaven To try me with affliction; had he rained All kinds of sores and shames on my bare head, Steeped me in poverty to the very lips, Given to captivity me and my utmost hopes,-- I should have found in some part of my soul A drop of patience: but, alas, to make me A fixed figure, for the time of scorn To point his slow unmoving finger at! _Othello, Act iv. Sc. 2_. SHAKESPEARE.

SHIP.

Build me straight, O worthy Master! Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel, That shall laugh at all disaster And with wave and whirlwind wrestle. _The Building of the Ship_. H.W. LONGFELLOW.

She walks the waters like a thing of life. And seems to dare the elements to strife. _The Corsair, Canto I_. LORD BYRON.

Hearts of oak are our ships, Hearts of oak are our men. _Hearts of Oak_. D. GARRICK.

Sailing Like a stately ship Of Tarsus, bound for the isles Of Javan or Gadire. With all her bravery on, and tackle trim, Sails filled, and streamers waving, Courted by all the winds that hold them play, An amber scent of odorous perfume Her harbinger. _Samson Agonistes_. MILTON.

Behold the threaden sails, Borne with the invisible and creeping wind, Draw the huge bottoms through the furrowed sea, Breasting the lofty surge. _King Henry V., Act iii. Chorus_. SHAKESPEARE.

Heaven speed the canvas, gallantly unfurled, To furnish and accommodate a world, To give the pole the produce of the sun, And knit th' unsocial climates into one. _Charity_. W. COWPER.

Dangerous rocks, Which touching but my gentle vessel's side, Would scatter all her spices on the stream, Enrobe the roaring waters with my silks, And, in a word, but even now worth this, And now worth nothing. _Merchant of Venice, Act i. Sc. 1_. SHAKESPEARE.

As rich.... As is the ooze and bottom of the sea With sunken wreck and sumless treasuries. _King Henry V., Act i. Sc. 2_. SHAKESPEARE.

Her deck is crowded with despairing souls, And in the hollow pauses of the storm We hear their piercing cries. _Bertram_. C.R. MATURIN.

A brave vessel, Who had no doubt some noble creatures in her, Dashed all to pieces. O, the cry did knock Against my very heart! Poor souls! they perished. _The Tempest, Act i. Sc. 2_. SHAKESPEARE.

They lit the high sea-light, and the dark began to fall. "All hands to loose topgallant sails," I heard the captain call. "By the Lord, she'll never stand it," our first mate, Jackson, cried. ... "It's the one way or the other, Mr. Jackson," he replied.

She staggered to her bearings, but the sails were new and good, And the ship smelt up to windward just as though she understood. As the winter's day was ending, in the entry of the night, We cleared the weary headland, and passed below the light. _Christmas at Sea_. R.L. STEVENSON.

SIGH.

To love, It is to be all made of sighs and tears. _As You Like It, Act V. Sc. 2_. SHAKESPEARE.

The world was sad.--the garden was a wild; And Man, the hermit, sighed--till Woman smiled. _Pleasures of Hope, Pt. I_. T. CAMPBELL.

Sighed and looked unutterable things. _The Seasons: Summer_. J. THOMSON.

My soul has rest, sweet sigh! alone in thee. _To Laura in Death_. PETRARCH.

Yet sighes, deare sighes, indeede true friends you are That do not leave your left friend at the wurst, But, as you with my breast I oft have nurst, So, gratefull now, you waite upon my care. _Sighes_. SIR PH. SIDNEY.

Sighs Which perfect Joy, perplexed for utterance, Stole from her sister Sorrow. _The Gardener's Daughter_. A. TENNYSON.

SILENCE.

Three Silences there are: the first of speech, The second of desire, the third of thought. _The Three Silences of Molinos_. H.W. LONGFELLOW.

Stillborn silence! thou that art Flood-gate of the deeper heart! _Silence_. R. FLECKNOE

And silence, like a poultice, comes To heal the blows of sound. _The Music Grinder_. O.W. HOLMES.

Silence in love betrays more woe Than words, though ne'er so witty; A beggar that is dumb, you know, May challenge double pity. _The Silent Lover_. SIR W. RALEIGH.

Shallow brooks murmur moste, deepe silent slide away. _The Arcadia, Thirsis and Dorus_. SIR PH. SIDNEY.

What, gone without a word? Aye, so true love should do: it cannot speak; For truth hath better deeds than words to grace it. _Two Gentlemen of Verona, Act ii. Sc. 3_. SHAKESPEARE.

The rest is silence. _Hamlet, Act v. Sc. 2_. SHAKESPEARE.

SIN.

Ay me, how many perils doe enfold The righteous man, to make him daily fall. _Faërie Queene, Bk. I_. E. SPENSER.

There is a method in man's wickedness, It grows up by degrees. _A King and no King, Act v. Sc. 4_. BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER.

Where is the man who has not tried How mirth can into folly glide, And folly into sin! _The Bridal of Triermain, Canto I_. SIR W. SCOTT.

I see the right, and I approve it too, Condemn the wrong, and yet the wrong pursue. _Metamorphoses, VII. 20_. OVID. _Trans. of_ TATE AND STONESTREET.

I am a man More sinned against than sinning. _King Lear, Act iii. Sc. 2_. SHAKESPEARE.

The good he scorned Stalked off reluctant, like an ill-used ghost, Not to return; or, if it did, in visits Like those of angels, short and far between. _The Grave, Pt. II_. R. BLAIR.

Man-like is it to fall into sin, Fiend-like is it to dwell therein, Christ-like is it for sin to grieve, God-like is it all sin to leave. _Sin_. F. VON LOGAU. _Trans. of_ LONGFELLOW.

O, what authority and show of truth Can cunning sin cover itself withal! _Much Ado about Nothing, Act iv. Sc. 1_. SHAKESPEARE.

Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile. _Missionary Hymn_. BISHOP R. HEBER.

And he that does one fault at first, And lies to hide it, makes it two. _Divine Songs_. DR. I. WATTS.

Commit The oldest sins the newest kind of ways. _Henry IV., Pt. II. Act iv. Sc. 4_. SHAKESPEARE.

And out of good still to find means of evil. _Paradise Lost, Bk. I_. MILTON.

But evil is wrought by want of thought, As well as want of heart! _The Lady's Dream_. T. HOOD.

Timely advised, the coming evil shun: Better not do the deed, than weep it done. _Henry and Emma_. M. PRIOR.

SINCERITY.

Men should be what they seem; Or those that be not, would they might seem none! _Othello, Act iii. Sc. 3_. SHAKESPEARE.

O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! _Sonnet LIV_. SHAKESPEARE.

O, while you live, tell truth, and shame the devil. _King Henry IV. Pt. I. Act iii. Sc. 1_. SHAKESPEARE.

His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles, His love sincere, his thoughts immaculate, His tears pure messengers sent from his heart, His heart as far from fraud as heaven from earth. _Two Gentlemen of Verona, Act ii. Sc. 7_. SHAKESPEARE.

An honest tale speeds best being plainly told. _King Richard III., Act iv. Sc. 4_. SHAKESPEARE.

Were there no heaven nor hell I should be honest. _Duchess of Malfi, Act i. Sc. 1_. J. WEBSTER.

SKY.

One of those heavenly days that cannot die. _Nutting_. W. WORDSWORTH.

Green calm below, blue quietness above. _The Pennsylvania Pilgrim_ J.G. WHITTIER.

The soft blue sky did never melt Into his heart; he never felt The witchery of the soft blue sky! _Peter Bell_. W. WORDSWORTH.

But now the fair traveller's come to the west, His rays are all gold, and his beauties are best; He paints the skies gay as he sinks to his rest, And foretells a bright rising again. _A Summer Evening_. DR. I. WATTS.

How bravely Autumn paints upon the sky The gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled! _Written in a Volume of Shakespeare_. T. HOOD.

Of evening tinct, The purple-streaming Amethyst is thine. _Seasons: Summer_. J. THOMSON.

Heaven's ebon vault, Studded with stars unutterably bright, Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls, Seems like a canopy which love has spread To curtain her sleeping world. _Queen Mab, Pt. IV_. P.B. SHELLEY.

This majestical roof fretted with golden fire. _Hamlet, Act ii. Sc. 2_. SHAKESPEARE.

SLEEP.

Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy Sleep! He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where fortune smiles; the wretched he forsakes: Swift on his downy pinions flies from woe, And lights on lids unsullied with a tear. _Night Thoughts, Night I_. DR. E. YOUNG.

Thou hast been called, O sleep! the friend of woe; But 'tis the happy that have called thee so. _Curse of Kehama, Canto XV_. R. SOUTHEY.

Sleep seldom visits sorrow; when it doth, It is a comforter. _The Tempest, Act ii. Sc. 1_. SHAKESPEARE.

Weariness Can snore upon the flint, when restive sloth Finds the down pillow hard. _Cymbeline, Act iii Sc. 6_. SHAKESPEARE.

O magic sleep! O comfortable bird, That broodest o'er the troubled sea of the mind Till it is hushed and smooth! _Endymion, Bk. I_. J. KEATS.

Sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye, Steal me awhile from mine own company. _Midsummer Night's Dream, Act iii. Sc_. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

Then Sleep and Death, two twins of wingèd race, Of matchless swiftness, but of silent pace. _Iliad, Bk. XVI_. HOMER. _Trans. of_ POPE.

Care-charming sleep, thou easer of all woes, Brother to Death, sweetly thyself dispose On this afflicted prince; fall like a cloud In gentle showers;... sing his pain Like hollow murmuring wind or silver rain. _Valentinian_. BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER.

SMILE.

Smiles from reason flow, To brute denied, and are of love the food. _Paradise Lost, Bk. IX_. MILTON.

Why should we faint and fear to live alone, Since all alone, so Heaven has willed, we die, Nor even the tenderest heart, and next our own, Knows half the reasons why we smile and sigh? _The Christian Year, 24th Sunday after Trinity_. J. KEBLE.

And the tear that is wiped with a little address, May be followed perhaps by a smile. _The Rose_. W. COWPER.

The social smile, the sympathetic tear. _Education and Government_. T. GRAY.

Eternal smiles his emptiness betray. As shallow streams run dimpling all the way. _Satires: Prologue_. A. POPE.

So comes a reckoning when the banquet's o'er. The dreadful reckoning, and men smile no more. _The What d' ye Call 't_. J. GAY.

SOCIETY.

Heav'n forming each on other to depend, A master, or a servant, or a friend, Bids each on other for assistance call, Till one man's weakness grows the strength of all. _Essay on Man, Epistle II_. A. POPE.

Love all, trust a few, Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy Rather in power than use, and keep thy friend Under thy own life's key: be checked for silence, But never taxed for speech. _All's Well That Ends Well, Act i. Sc. 1_. SHAKESPEARE.

A people is but the attempt of many To rise to the completer life of one-- And those who live as models for the mass Are singly of more value than they all. _Luria, Act v_. R. BROWNING.

There my retreat the best companions grace, Chiefs out of war, and statesmen out of place; There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl, The feast of reason and the flow of soul. _Imitations of Horace, Satire I. Bk. II_. A. POPE.

Here thou, great Anna! whom three realms obey, Dost sometimes counsel take--and sometimes tea. _Rape of the Lock, Canto III_. A. POPE.

Among unequals what society Can sort, what harmony, or true delight? _Paradise Lost, Bk. VIII_. MILTON.

The company is "mixed" (the phrase I quote is As much as saying, they're below your notice). _Beppo_. LORD BYRON.

Society is now one polished horde. Formed of two mighty tribes, the _Bores_ and _Bored_. _Don Juan, Canto XI_. LORD BYRON.

SOLDIER.

He stands erect; his slouch becomes a walk; He steps right onward, martial in his air, His form and movement. _The Task, Bk. IV_. W. COWPER.

A braver soldier never couched lance, A gentler heart did never sway in court. _King Henry VI., Pt. I. Act iii. Sc. 2_. SHAKESPEARE.

Unbounded courage and compassion joined, Tempering each other in the victor's mind, Alternately proclaim him good and great, And make the hero and the man complete.

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And, pleased the Almighty's orders to perform, Rides in the whirlwind and directs the storm. _The Campaign_. J. ADDISON.

So restless Cromwell could not cease In the inglorious arts of peace. But through adventurous war Urged his active star. _A Horatian Ode: Upon Cromwell's Return from Ireland_. A. MARVELL.

'T is the soldier's life To have their balmy slumbers waked with strife. _Othello, Act ii. Sc. 3_. SHAKESPEARE.

Some for hard masters, broken under arms, In battle lopt away, with half their limbs, Beg bitter bread thro' realms their valor saved. _Night Thoughts, Night I_. DR. E. YOUNG.

His breast with wounds unnumbered riven, His back to earth, his face to heaven. _The Giaour_. LORD BYRON.

Wut's words to them whose faith an' truth On War's red techstone rang true metal, Who ventured life an' love an' youth For the gret prize o' death in battle? _The Biglow Papers, Second Series, No. X_. J.R. LOWELL.

God's soldier he be! Had I as many sons as I have hairs. I would not wish them to a fairer death: And so his knell is knolled. _Macbeth, Act v. Sc. 8_. SHAKESPEARE.

O, now, forever Farewell the tranquil mind! farewell content! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue! O, farewell! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump,

The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner, and all quality, Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war! And, O you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamors counterfeit, Farewell! Othello's occupation's gone! _Othello, Act iii. Sc. 3_. SHAKESPEARE.

SOLITUDE.

All heaven and earth are still,--though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling most: And silent, as we stand in thoughts too deep;-- All heaven and earth are still;

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Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are _least_ alone. _Childe Harold, Canto III_. LORD BYRON.

When, musing on companions gone, We doubly feel ourselves alone. _Marmion, Canto II. Introduction_. SIR W. SCOTT.

_Alone_!--that worn-out word, So idly spoken, and so coldly heard; Yet all that poets sing, and grief hath known, Of hopes laid waste, knells in that word--_Alone_! _The New Timon, Pt. II_. E. BULWER-LYTTON.

O! lost to virtue, lost to manly thought, Lost to the noble, sallies of the soul! Who think it solitude to be alone. _Night Thoughts, Night IV_. DR. E. YOUNG.

Converse with men makes sharp the glittering wit, But God to man doth speak in solitude. _Highland Solitude_. J.S. BLACKIE.

But, if much converse perhaps Thee satiate, to short absence I could yield; For solitude sometimes is best society, And short retirement urges sweet return. _Paradise Lost, Bk. IX_. MILTON.

Few are the faults we flatter when alone. _Night Thoughts, Night V_. DR. E. YOUNG.

'Tis solitude should teach us how to die; It hath no flatterers: vanity can give No hollow aid; alone--man with his God must strive. _Childe Harold, Canto II_. LORD BYRON.

How sweet, how passing sweet is solitude? But grant me still a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper--solitude is sweet. _Retirement_. W. COWPER.

SORROW.

When sorrows come, they come not single spies, But in battalions. _Hamlet, Act iv. Sc. 5_. SHAKESPEARE.

One woe doth tread upon another's heel, So fast they follow. _Hamlet, Act iv. Sc. 7_. SHAKESPEARE.

Woes cluster; rare are solitary woes; They love a train, they tread each other's heel. _Night Thoughts, Night III_. DR. E. YOUNG.

Who ne'er his bread in sorrow ate, Who ne'er the mournful midnight hours Weeping upon his bed has sate, He knows you not, ye Heavenly Powers. _Hyperion, Bk. I. Motto: from Goethe's Wilhelm Meister_. H.W. LONGFELLOW.

One fire burns out another's burning; One pain is lessened by another's anguish; Turn giddy, and be helped by backward turning; One desp'rate grief cures with another's languish; Take thou some new infection to the eye, And the rank poison of the old will die. _Romeo and Juliet, Act i. Sc. 2_. SHAKESPEARE.

All that's bright must fade,-- The brightest still the fleetest; All that's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest! _National Airs: All that's bright must fade_. T. MOORE.

O God! O God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! _Hamlet, Act i. Sc. 2_. SHAKESPEARE.

Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan. Sorrow calls no time that's gone: Violets plucked, the sweetest rain Makes not fresh nor grow again. _The Queen of Corinth, Act iii. Sc. 2_. J. FLETCHER.

Sorrows remembered sweeten present joy. _The Course of Time, Bk. I_. R. POLLOK.

Wreaths that endure affliction's heaviest showers, And do not shrink from sorrow's keenest winds. _Misc. Sonnets, Pt. I. XXXIII_. W. WORDSWORTH.

Affliction is the good man's shining scene; Prosperity conceals his brightest ray; As night to stars, woe lustre gives to man. _Night Thoughts, Night IX_. DR. E. YOUNG.

Like a ball that bounds According to the force with which 'twas thrown So in affliction's violence, he that's wise The more he's cast down will the higher rise. _Microcosmos_. T. NABBES.

O, fear not in a world like this, And thou shalt know erelong,-- Know how sublime a thing it is To suffer and be strong. _The Light of Stars_. H.W. LONGFELLOW.

SOUL.

Summe up at night what thou hast done by day; And in the morning what thou hast to do. Dresse and undresse thy soul; mark the decay And growth of it: if, with thy watch, that too Be down, then winde up both; since we shall be Most surely judged, make thy accounts agree. _The Temple: The Church Porch_. G. HERBERT.

Go to your bosom; Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know. _Measure for Measure, Act ii. Sc. 2_. SHAKESPEARE.

O ignorant, poor man! what dost thou bear Locked up within the casket of thy breast? What jewels and what riches hast thou there? What heavenly treasure in so weak a chest? _Worth of the Soul_. SIR J. DAVIES.

Let Fortune empty all her quiver on me; I have a soul that like an ample shield, Can take in all, and verge enough for more. _Sebastian, Act i. Sc. 1_. J. DRYDEN.

And keeps that palace of the soul serene. _Of Tea_. E. WALLER.

A happy soul, that all the way To heaven hath a summer's day. _In Praise of Lessius' Mule of Health_. R. CRASHAW.

And rest at last where souls unbodied dwell, In ever-flowing meads of Asphodel. _Odyssey, Bk. XXIV_. HOMER. _Trans. of_ POPE.

SPEECH.

Persuasive speech, and more persuasive sighs, Silence that spoke, and eloquence of eyes. _Iliad, Bk. XIV_. HOMER. _Trans. of_ POPE.

Discourse may want an animated "No" To brush the surface, and to make it flow; But still remember, if you mean to please, To press your point with modesty and ease. _Conversation_. W. COWPER.

One whom the music of his own vain tongue Doth ravish like enchanting harmony. _Love's Labor's Lost, Act i. Sc. 1_. SHAKESPEARE.

Turn him to any cause of policy, The Gordian knot of it he will unloose, Familiar as his garter: that, when he speaks, The air, a chartered libertine, is still. _King Henry V., Act i. Sc. 1_. SHAKESPEARE.

Persuasion tips his tongue whene'er he talks. _Parody on Pope_. C. CIBBER.

Yet Hold it more humane, more heavenly, first, By winning words to conquer willing hearts, And make persuasion do the work of fear. _Paradise Regained, Bk. I_. MILTON.

Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. _Hamlet, Act i. Sc. 3_. SHAKESPEARE.

"Careful with fire," is good advice, we know, "Careful with words," is ten times doubly so. Thoughts unexpressed may sometimes fall back dead: But God Himself can't kill them when they're said. _First Settler's Story_. W. CARLETON.

SPIRITS.

GLENDOWER.--I can call spirits from the vasty deep. HOTSPUR. --Why, so can I, or so can any man; But will they come when you do call for them? _King Henry IV., Pt. I. Act III. Sc. 1_. SHAKESPEARE.

Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep. _Paradise Lost, Bk. IV_. MILTON.

Spirits when they please Can either sex assume, or both,

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Can execute their airy purposes, And works of love or enmity fulfil. _Paradise Lost, Bk, I_. MILTON.

But shapes that come not at an earthly call Will not depart when mortal voices bid; Lords of the visionary eye, whose lid, Once raised, remains aghast, and will not fall! _Dion_. W. WORDSWORTH.