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=Hope.=

True hope is swift, and flies with swallows' wings;
Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.
930
SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act v., Sc. 2.

So farewell hope, and, with hope, farewell fear,
Farewell remorse! All good to me is lost.
931
MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 108.

Hope springs eternal in the human breast;
Man never is, but always to be blest.
932
POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. i., Line 95.

Auspicious hope! in thy sweet garden grow
Wreaths for each toil, a charm for every woe.
933
CAMPBELL: _Pl. of Hope,_ Pt. i., Line 45.

Thus heavenly hope is all serene,
But earthly hope, how bright soe'er,
Still fluctuates o'er this changing scene,
As false and fleeting as 'tis fair.
934
HEBER: _On Heavenly Hope and Earthly Hope._

Where peace
And rest can never dwell, hope never comes
That comes to all.
935
MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i., Line 65.

"All hope abandon, ye who enter in!"
These words in sombre color I beheld
Written upon the summit of a gate.
936
DANTE: _Inferno, Longfellow's Trans.,_ Canto iii., Line 9.

=Horn.=

Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea,
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
937
WORDSWORTH: _Miscellaneous Sonnets,_ Pt. i., xxxiii.

=Horror.=

My fell of hair
Would at a dismal treatise louse and stir
As life were in 't: I have supp'd full with horrors.
938
SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act v., Sc. 5.

On horror's head horrors accumulate.
939
SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act iii., Sc. 3.

=Horse.=

A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!
940
SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act v., Sc. 4.

=Hospitality.=

My master is of churlish disposition,
And little recks to find the way to heaven
By doing deeds of hospitality.
941
SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 4.

Every house was an inn, where all were welcomed and feasted.
942
LONGFELLOW: _Evangeline,_ Pt. I., iv., Line 15.

=Host.=

The leader, mingling with the vulgar host,
Is in the common mass of matter lost.
943
POPE: _Odyssey,_ Bk. iv., Line 397.

=Hour.=

Too busy with the crowded hour to fear to live or die.
944
EMERSON: _Quatrains, Nature._

Catch, then, oh catch the transient hour;
Improve each moment as it flies!
Life's a short summer, man a flower;
He dies--alas! how soon he dies!
945
DR. JOHNSON: _Winter, An Ode._

=House.=

For there's nae luck about the house,
There's nae luck at a';
There 's little pleasure in the house
When our gudeman 's awa'.
946
WILLIAM J. MICKLE: _Manner's Wife._

=Humanity.=

But hearing oftentimes
The still, sad music of humanity.
947
WORDSWORTH: _Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey._

O suffering, sad humanity!
O ye afflicted ones, who lie
Steeped to the lips in misery,
Longing, yet afraid to die,
Patient, though sorely tried!
948
LONGFELLOW: _Goblet of Life._

=Humility.=

Give me the lowest place: or if for me
That lowest place too high, make one more low
Where I may sit and see
My God and love Thee so.
949
CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI: _The Lowest Place._

=Hunger.=

The hungry judges soon the sentence sign,
And wretches hang that jurymen may dine.
950
POPE: _R. of the Lock,_ Canto iii., Line 21.

Cruel as death, and hungry as the grave.
951
THOMSON: _Seasons, Winter,_ Line 393.

=Hunting.=

The healthy huntsman, with a cheerful horn,
Summons the dogs and greets the dappled Morn.
The jocund thunder wakes the enliven'd hounds,
They rouse from sleep, and answer sounds for sounds.
952
GAY: _Rural Sports,_ Canto ii., Line 96.

=Husband.=

As the husband is, the wife is; thou art mated with a clown,
And the grossness of his nature will have weight to drag thee down.
953
TENNYSON: _Locksley Hall,_ St. 24.

Ah, gentle dames! it gars me greet
To think how monie counsels sweet,
How monie lengthened sage advices,
The husband frae the wife despises.
954
BURNS: _Tam O'Shanter._

=Hypocrisy.=

This outward-sainted deputy,--
Whose settled visage and deliberate word
Nips youth i' the head, and follies doth emmew
As falcon doth the fowl,--is yet a devil.
955
SHAKS.: _M. for M.,_ Act iii., Sc. 1.

Neither man nor angel can discern
Hypocrisy, the only evil that walks
Invisible, except to God alone,
By His permissive will, through Heaven and Earth.
956
MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iii., Line 682.

The hypocrite had left his mask, and stood
In naked ugliness. He was a man
Who stole the livery of the court of heaven
To serve the devil in.
957
POLLOK: _Course of Time,_ Pt. viii., Line 615.

==I.==

=Ice.=

Yon foaming flood seems motionless as ice;
Its dizzy turbulence eludes the eye,
Frozen by distance.
958
WORDSWORTH: _Address to Kilchurn Castle._

=Idea.=

Delightful task! to rear the tender thought,
To teach the young idea how to shoot.
959
THOMSON: _Seasons, Spring,_ Line 1149.

=Idleness.=

Absence of occupation is not rest,
A mind quite vacant is a mind distress'd.
960
COWPER: _Retirement,_ Line 623.

=Ignorance.=

Ignorance is the curse of God,
Knowledge the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.
961
SHAKS.: _2 Henry VI.,_ Act iv., Sc. 7.

From ignorance our comfort flows,
The only wretched are the wise.
962
PRIOR: _To Hon. C. Montague._

Where ignorance is bliss
'Tis folly to be wise.
963
GRAY: _Ode on Eton College._

=Ills.=

Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious,
O'er a' the ills o' life victorious.
964
BURNS: _Tam O'Shanter._

There mark what ills the scholar's life assail,--
Toil, envy, want, the patron, and the jail.
965
DR. JOHNSON: _Van. of Human Wishes,_ Line 159.

=Imagination.=

The lunatic, the lover, and the poet,
Are of imagination all compact.
966
SHAKS.: _Mid. N. Dream,_ Act v., Sc. 1.

Imagination is the air of mind.
967
BAILEY: _Festus,_ Sc. _Another and a Better World._

But thou that didst appear so fair
To fond imagination,
Dost rival in the light of day
Her delicate creation.
968
WORDSWORTH: _Yarrow Visited._

=Immortality.=

It must be so, Plato, thou reasonest well!--
Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire,
This longing after immortality?
969
ADDISON: _Cato,_ Act v., Sc. 1.

Where music dwells
Lingering and wandering on as loth to die,
Like thoughts whose very sweetness yieldeth proof
That they were born for immortality.
970
WORDSWORTH: _Ecclesiastical Sonnets,_ Pt. iii., xliii.

=Impossibility.=

And what's impossible can't be,
And never, never comes to pass.
971
COLMAN, JR.: _Maid of the Moor._

=Impudence.=

For he that has but impudence,
To all things has a fair pretence;
And, put among his wants but shame,
To all the world may lay his claim.
972
BUTLER: _Misc. Thoughts,_ Line 17.

=Inconstancy.=

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more;
Men were deceivers ever;
One foot in sea, and one on shore;
To one thing constant never.
973
SHAKS.: _Much Ado,_ Act ii., Sc. 3, _Song._

There are three things a wise man will not trust--
The wind, the sunshine of an April day,
And woman's plighted faith.
974
SOUTHEY: _Madoc,_ Pt. ii., _Caradoc and Senena,_ Line 51.

=Independence.=

Thy spirit, Independence, let me share;
Lord of the lion-heart and eagle-eye,
Thy steps I follow with my bosom bare,
Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky.
975
SMOLLETT: _Ode to Independence._

Let independence be our boast,
Ever mindful what it cost;
Ever grateful for the prize,
Let its altar reach the skies!
976
JOSEPH HOPKINSON: _Hail, Columbia!_

=Indifference.=

What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba.
977
SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

Let ev'ry man enjoy his whim;
What's he to me, or I to him?
978
CHURCHILL: _Ghost,_ Bk. iv., Line 215.

=Infancy.=

Ere sin could blight, or sorrow fade,
Death came with friendly care;
The opening bud to heav'n convey'd,
And bade it blossom there.
979
COLERIDGE: _Epitaph on an Infant._

=Infidelity.=

If man loses all, when life is lost,
He lives a coward, or a fool expires.
A daring infidel (and such there are,
From pride, example, lucre, rage, revenge,
Or pure heroical defect of thought,)
Of all earth's madmen, most deserves a chain.
980
YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night vii., Line 199.

=Influence.=

No life
Can be pure in its purpose and strong in its strife,
And all life not be purer and stronger thereby.
981
OWEN MEREDITH: _Lucile,_ Pt. ii., Canto vi., St. 40.

Ladies, whose bright eyes
Rain influence, and judge the prize.
982
MILTON: _L'Allegro,_ Line 121.

=Ingratitude.=

I hate ingratitude more in a man
Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,
Or any taint of vice, whose strong corruption
Inhabits our frail blood.
983
SHAKS.: _Tw. Night,_ Act iii., Sc. 4.

Ingratitude! thou marble-hearted fiend,
More hideous, when thou show'st thee in a child,
Than the sea-monster!
984
SHAKS.: _King Lear,_ Act i., Sc. 4.

How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is
To have a thankless child.
985
SHAKS.: _King Lear,_ Act i., Sc. 4.

=Inhumanity.=

Man's inhumanity to man
Makes countless thousands mourn.
986
BURNS: _Man was Made to Mourn._

=Inn.=

Whoe'er has travelled life's dull round,
Where'er his stages may have been,
May sigh to think he still has found,
The warmest welcome at an inn.
987
SHENSTONE: _Lines on Window of Inn at Henley._

=Innocence.=

The silence often of pure innocence
Persuades, when speaking fails.
988
SHAKS.: _Wint. Tale,_ Act ii., Sc. 3.

An age that melts in unperceiv'd decay,
And glides in modest innocence away.
989
DR. JOHNSON: _Van. of Human Wishes,_ Line 293.

=Instinct.=

Then vainly the philosopher avers
That reason guides our deeds, and instinct theirs.
How can we justly different causes frame,
When the effects entirely are the same?
Instinct and reason how can we divide?
'Tis the fool's ignorance, and the pedant's pride.
990
PRIOR: _Solomon on the V-of the World,_ Bk. i., Line 231.

=Invention.=

Th' invention all admir'd, and each how he
To be th' inventor miss'd; so easy it seem'd,
Once found, which yet unfound most would have thought
Impossible!
991
MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. vi., Line 498.

=Iron.=

Ay me! what perils do environ
The man that meddles with cold iron!
992
BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Canto iii., Line 1.

=Isle, Isles.=

Some unsuspected isle in far-off seas.
993
ROBERT BROWNING: _Pippa Passes,_ Pt. ii.

The sprinkled isles,
Lily on lily, that o'erlace the sea.
994
ROBERT BROWNING: _Cleon._

=Italy.=

Italia! O Italia! thou who hast
The fatal gift of beauty, which became
A funeral dower of present woes and past,
On thy sweet brow is sorrow plough'd by shame,
And annals graved in characters of flame.
995
BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iv., St. 4.

Italy, my Italy!
Queen Mary's saying serves for me
(When fortune's malice
Lost her Calais):
"Open my heart, and you will see
Graved inside of it 'Italy.'"
996
ROBERT BROWNING: _De Gustibus,_ ii.

=Ivy.=

Oh, a dainty plant is the ivy green,
That creepeth o'er ruins old!
Of right choice food are his meals, I ween,
In his cell so lone and cold.
Creeping where no life is seen,
A rare old plant is the ivy green.
997
DICKENS: _Pickwick Papers,_ Ch. 6.

==J.==

=January.=

Then came old January, wrapped well
In many weeds to keep the cold away;
Yet did he quake and quiver like to quell,
And blow his nails to warm them if he may.
998
SPENSER: _Faerie Queene,_ Bk. vii., Canto vii., St. 42.

=Jealousy.=

O beware, my lord, of jealousy;
It is the green-eyed monster, which doth mock
The meat it feeds on.
999
SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act iii., Sc. 3.

No true love there can be without
Its dread penalty--jealousy.
1000
OWEN MEREDITH: _Lucile,_ Pt. ii., Canto i., St. 24

Nor jealousy
Was understood, the injur'd lover's hell.
1001
MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. v., Line 449.

=Jest.=

A jest's prosperity lies in the ear
Of him that hears it, never in the tongue
Of him that makes it.
1002
SHAKS.: _Love's L. Lost,_ Act v., Sc. 2.

Of all the griefs that harass the distrest,
Sure the most bitter is a scornful jest.
1003
DR. JOHNSON: _London,_ Line 166.

=Jewel.=

It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear.
1004
SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act i., Sc. 5.

=Joke.=

A college joke to cure the dumps.
1005
SWIFT: _Cassinus and Peter._

=Joy.=

Capacity for joy
Admits temptation.
1006
MRS. BROWNING: _Aurora Leigh,_ Bk. i., Line 703.

Joy is the mainspring in the whole
Of endless Nature's calm rotation.
Joy moves the dazzling wheels that roll
In the great Time-piece of Creation.
1007
SCHILLER: _Hymn to Joy_

Joys too exquisite to last,
And yet _more_ exquisite when past.
1008
JAMES MONTGOMERY: _The Little Cloud._

=Judgment.=

A Daniel come to judgment! yea, a Daniel!
1009
SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.

O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason.
1010
SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act iii., Sc. 2.

=July.=

Then came hot July, boiling like to fire,
That all his garments he had cast away.
1011
SPENSER: _Faerie Queene,_ Bk. vii., Canto vii., St. 36.

=June.=

And what is so rare as a day in June?
Then, if ever, come perfect days;
Then heaven tries the earth if it be in tune,
And over it softly her warm ear lays.
1012
JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: _Vision of Sir Launfal._

=Juries.=

The jury, passing on the prisoner's life,
May, in the sworn twelve, have a thief or two
Guiltier than him they try.
1013
SHAKS.: _M. for M.,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.

Do not your juries give their verdict
As if they felt the cause, not heard it?
And as they please make matter of fact
Run all on one side as they're packt.
1014
BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. ii., Canto ii., Line 365.

=Justice.=

And then, the justice;
In fair round belly, with good capon lin'd,
With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut,
Fall of wise saws and modern instances,
And so he plays his part.
1015
SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 7.

The gods
Grow angry with your patience: 't is their care,
And must be yours, that guilty men escape not:
As crimes do grow, justice should rouse itself.
1016
BEN JONSON: _Catiline,_ Act iii., Sc. 4.

Man is unjust, but God is just; and finally justice
Triumphs.
1017
LONGFELLOW: _Evangeline,_ Pt. I., iii., Line 34.

==K.==

=Keys.=

Two massy keys he bore, of metals twain
(The golden opes, the iron shuts amain).
1018
MILTON: _Lycidas,_ Line 109.

=Kin.=

A little more than kin, and less than kind.
1019
SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 2.

One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.
1020
SHAKS.: _Troil. and Cress.,_ Act iii., Sc. 3.

=Kindness.=

Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks,
Shall win my love.
1021
SHAKS.: _Tam. of the S.,_ Act iv., Sc. 2.

That best portion of a good man's life,--
His little, nameless, unremembered acts
Of kindness and of love.
1022
WORDSWORTH: _Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey._

=Kings.=

What have kings that privates have not too,
Save ceremony?
1023
SHAKS.: _Henry V.,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.

Kings are like stars,--they rise and set, they have
The worship of the world, but no repose.
1024
SHELLEY: _Hellas,_ Line 195.

Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand
Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold.
1025
MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 1.

=Kissing.=

Then kiss me hard,
As if he pluck'd up kisses by the roots,
That grew upon my lips.
1026
SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act iii., Sc. 3.

Teach not thy lip such scorn; for it was made
For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.
1027
SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act i., Sc. 2.

When my lips meet thine
Thy very soul is wedded unto mine.
1028
H.H. BOYESEN: _Thy Gracious Face I Greet with Glad Surprise._

Her mouth's culled sweetness by thy kisses shed
On cheeks and neck and eyelids, and so led
Back to her mouth which answers there for all.
1029
DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI: _Love-Sweetness,_ Sonnet xiii.

I rest content, I kiss your eyes,
I kiss your hair, in my delight:
I kiss my hand, and say, Good night.
1030
JOAQUIN MILLER: _Isles of the Amazons,_ Pt. v.

One kiss--and then another--and another--
Till 't is too late to go--and so return.
1031
CHARLES KINGSLEY: _Saint's Tragedy,_ Act ii., Sc. 10.

Dear as remember'd kisses after death,
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd
On lips that are for others.
1032
TENNYSON: _The Princess,_ Pt. iv., Line 36.

=Knavery.=

There's ne'er a villain dwelling in all Denmark
But he's an arrant knave.
1033
SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 5.

Whip me such honest knaves.
1034
SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

=Knell.=

By fairy hands their knell is rung;
By forms unseen their dirge is sung.
1035
WILLIAM COLLINS: _Lines in 1746._

Ne'er sigh'd at the sound of a knell,
Or smil'd when a Sabbath appear'd.
1036
COWPER: _Verses supposed to be written by Alexander Selkirk._

=Knowledge.=

Knowledge is as food, and needs no less
Her temp'rance over appetite, to know
In measure what the mind may well contain;
Oppresses else with surfeit, and soon turns
Wisdom to folly.
1037
MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. vii., Line 126.

All our knowledge is, ourselves to know.
1038
POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. iv., Line 397.

_I know_--is all the mourner saith,
Knowledge by suffering entereth;
And Life is perfected by Death!
1039
MRS. BROWNING: _Vision of Poets,_ St. 330.

Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.
1040
TENNYSON: _Locksley Hall,_ Line 141.

But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page,
Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll.
1041
GRAY: _Elegy,_ St. 13.

Oh, be wiser thou!
Instructed that true knowledge leads to love.
1042
WORDSWORTH: _Lines left upon a Seat in a Yew-tree._

==L.==

=Labor.=

I have seen a swan
With bootless labor swim against the tide,
And spend her strength with over-matching waves.
1043
SHAKS.: _3 Henry VI.,_ Act i., Sc. 4.

Labor, you know, is Prayer.
1044
BAYARD TAYLOR: _Improvisations,_ St. 11.

Taste the joy
That springs from labor.
1045
LONGFELLOW: _Masque of Pandora,_ Pt. vi.

To fall'n humanity our Father said,
That food and bliss should not be found unsought;
That man should labor for his daily bread;
But not that man should toil and sweat for nought.
1046
EBENEZER ELLIOTT: _Corn Law Hymns._

To labor is the lot of man below;
And when Jove gave us life, he gave us woe.
1047
POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. x., Line 78.

=Ladies.=

Ladies, like variegated tulips, show
'T is to their changes half their charms we owe.
1048
POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. ii., Line 41.

=Lake.=

On thy fair bosom, silver lake,
The wild swan spreads his snowy sail,
And round his breast the ripples break
As down he bears before the gale.
1049
JAMES G. PERCIVAL: _To Seneca Lake._

=Land.=

Breathes there the man with soul so dead
Who never to himself hath said
This is my own, my native land!
1050
SCOTT: _Lay of the Last Minstrel,_ Canto vi., St. 1.

O Caledonia! stern and wild,
Meet nurse for a poetic child!
Land of brown heath and shaggy wood;
Land of the mountain and the flood!
1051
SCOTT: _Lay of the Last Minstrel,_ Canto vi., St. 2.

=Landscape.=

The low'ring element
Scowls o'er the darken'd landscape
1052
MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 490.

Ever charming, ever new,
When will the landscape tire the view?
1053
JOHN DYER: _Grongar Hill,_ Line 102.

=Language.=

Fit language there is none
For the heart's deepest things.
1054
JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: _Legend of Brittany,_ Pt. i., St. 28.

Spake full well, in language quaint and olden,
One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine,
When he called the flowers, so blue and golden,
Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine.
1055
LONGFELLOW: _Flowers._

=Lark.=

Now hear the lark,
The herald of the morn; ... whose notes do beat
The vaulty heavens, so high above our heads, ...
Some say the lark makes sweet division.
1056
SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act iii., Sc. 5.

And now the herald lark
Left his ground-nest, high tow'ring to descry
The morn's approach, and greet her with his song.
1057
MILTON: _Par. Regained,_ Bk. ii., Line 279

=Lass.=

A penniless lass wi' a lang pedigree.
1058
LADY NAIRNE: _The Laird o' Cockpen._

=Latin.=

That soft bastard Latin,
Which melts like kisses from a female mouth.
1059
BYRON: _Beppo,_ St. 44.

=Laughter.=

Laughter, holding both his sides.
1060
MILTON: _L'Allegro,_ Line 32.

Vulcan with awkward grace his office plies,
And unextinguish'd laughter shakes the skies.
1061
POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. i., Line 770.

=Law.=

In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt,
But, being seasoned with a gracious voice,
Obscures the show of evil?
1062
SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act iii., Sc. 2.

Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law.
1063
GOLDSMITH: _Traveller,_ Line 386.

And sovereign law, that state's collected will,
O'er thrones and globes elate,
Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill.
1064
SIR WILLIAM JONES: _Ode in Im. of Alcoeus._

=Leaf--Leaves.=

My way of life
Is fall'n into the sere, the yellow leaf.
1065
SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act v., Sc. 3.

Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren,
Since o'er shady groves they hover,
And with leaves and flowers do cover
The friendless bodies of unburied men.
1066
JOHN WEBSTER: _The White Devil,_ Act v., Sc. 2.

Like leaves on trees the race of man is found,--
Now green in youth, now withering on the ground.
1067
POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. vi., Line 181.

=Learning.=

"The thrice three Muses mourning for the death
Of learning, late deceas'd in beggary,"--
That is some satire, keen and critical.
1068
SHAKS.: _Mid. N. Dream,_ Act v., Sc. 1.

Learning unrefin'd,
That oft enlightens to corrupt the mind.
1069
FALCONER: _Shipwreck,_ Canto i., Line 166.

Some for renown, on scraps of learning dote,
And think they grow immortal as they quote.
1070
YOUNG: _Love of Fame,_ Satire i., Line 89.

=Lending.=

Loan oft loses both itself and friend.
1071
SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 3.

If thou wilt lend this money, lend it not
As to thy friends; (for when did friendship take
A breed of barren metal of his friend?)
But lend it rather to thine enemy;
Who, if he break, thou mayst with better face
Exact the penalties.
1072
SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act i., Sc. 3.

=Letters.=

My letters! all dead paper, mute and white!
And yet they seem alive, and quivering
Against my tremulous hands which loose the string
And let them drop down on my knee to-night.
1073
MRS. BROWNING: _Sonnets fr. Portuguese,_ Sonnet xxviii.

Kind messages, that pass from land to land;
Kind letters, that betray the heart's deep history,
In which we feel the pressure of a hand,--
One touch of fire,--and all the rest is mystery!
1074
LONGFELLOW: _Dedication to Seaside and Fireside,_ St. 5.

You have the letters Cadmus gave,--
Think ye he meant them for a slave?.
1075
BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto iii., St. 86. 10.

=Liberty.=

I must have liberty
Withal, as large a charter as the wind,
To blow on whom I please.
1076
SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 7.

In liberty's defence, my noble task,
Of which all Europe rings from side to side;
This thought might lead me through the world's vain mask,
Content, though blind--had I no better guide.
1077
MILTON: Sonnet xxii., _To Cyriack Skinner._

When liberty is gone,
Life grows insipid and has lost its relish.
1078
ADDISON: _Cato,_ Act ii., Sc. 3.

Liberty, like day,
Breaks on the soul, and by a flash from Heaven
Fires all the faculties with glorious joy.
1079
COWPER: _Task,_ Bk. v., Line 882.

Liberty 's in every blow!
Let us do or die.
1080
BURNS: _Bannockburn._

The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty.
1081
MILTON: _L'Allegro,_ Line 36.

=Lies.=

You told a lie; an odious, damned lie:
Upon my soul, a lie; a wicked lie.
1082
SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act v., Sc. 2.

Dare to be true. Nothing can need a lie;
A fault which needs it most, grows two thereby.
1083
HERBERT: _Temple, Church Porch,_ St. 13.

=Life.=

Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
1084
SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act v., Sc. 5.

Nor love thy life, nor hate; but what thou livest,
Live well; how long or short, permit to Heav'n.
1085
MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. xi., Line 553.

Must we count
Life a curse and not a blessing, summed-up in its whole amount,
Help and hindrance, joy and sorrow?
1086
ROBERT BROWNING: _La Saisiaz,_ Line 206.

Between two worlds, life hovers like a star
'Twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge.
1087
BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto xv., St. 99.

Our life is scarce the twinkle of a star
In God's eternal day.
1088
BAYARD TAYLOR: _Autumnal Vespers._

Life is the gift of God, and is divine.
1089
LONGFELLOW: _T. of a Wayside Inn,_ Emma and Eginhard.

What is life? A thawing iceboard
On a sea with sunny shore:
Gay we sail; it melts beneath us;
We are sunk and seen no more.
1090
CARLYLE: _Cui Bono._

Life's a vast sea
That does its mighty errand without fail,
Panting in unchanged strength though waves are changing.
1091
GEORGE ELIOT: _Spanish Gypsy,_ Bk. iii.

Life is not to be bought with heaps of gold:
Not all Apollo's Pythian treasures hold,
Or Troy once held, in peace and pride of sway,
Can bribe the poor possession of a day.
1092
POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. ix., Line 524.

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