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=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. Caesar,_ 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 Caesars, 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. Caesar,_ 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. Caesar,_ 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. Caesar,_ 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.=

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. Caesar,_ 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.

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