Part 12
The rude sea grew civil at her song, And certain stars shot madly from their spheres To hear the sea-maid's music. 1605 SHAKS.: _Mid. N. Dream,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.
The sea! the sea! the open sea! The blue, the fresh, the ever free! Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth the earth's wide region round; It plays with the clouds; it mocks the skies; Or like a cradled creature lies. 1606 BARRY CORNWALL: _The Sea._
Broad based upon her people's will, And compassed by the inviolate sea. 1607 TENNYSON: _To the Queen._
'T was when the sea was roaring, With hollow blasts of wind, A damsel lay deploring, All on a rock reclin'd. 1608 JOHN GAY: _What D' ye Call It,_ Act ii., Sc. 8.
=Sea-weed.=
A weary weed, toss'd to and fro, Drearily drench'd in the ocean brine, Soaring high and sinking low, Lashed along without will of mine,-- Sport of the spoom of the surging sea, Flung on the foam afar and anear, Mark my manifold mystery,-- Growth and grace in their place appear. 1609 CORNELIUS G. FENNER: _Gulf-Weed._
=Seasons.=
Perceiv'st thou not the process of the year, How the four seasons in four forms appear, Resembling human life in ev'ry shape they wear? _Spring_ first, like infancy, shoots out her head, With milky juice requiring to be fed: ... Proceeding onward whence the year began, The _Summer_ grows adult, and ripens into man.... _Autumn_ succeeds, a sober, tepid age, Not froze with fear, nor boiling into rage; ... Last, _Winter_ creeps along with tardy pace, Sour is his front, and furrowed is his face. 1610 DRYDEN: _Of Pythagorean Phil. From, 15th Book Ovid's Metamorphoses,_ Line 206.
With thee conversing I forget all time, All seasons, and their change,--all please alike. 1611 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 639.
Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine. 1612 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iii., Line 40.
=Seat.=
Oh for a seat in some poetic nook, Just hid with trees and sparkling with a brook! 1613 LEIGH HUNT: _Politics and Poetics._
=Secrecy.=
Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck, Till thou applaud the deed. 1614 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 2.
I will believe Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know; And so far will I trust thee. 1615 SHAKS.: _1 Henry IV.,_ Act ii., Sc. 3.
A secret in his mouth, Is like a wild bird put into a cage, Whose door no sooner opens, but 't is out. 1616 BEN JONSON: _Case is Altered,_ Act iii., Sc. 3
=Sects.=
His liberal soul with every sect agreed, Unheard their reasons, he received their creed. 1617 CRABBE: _Tales, Convert,_ Line 45.
Slave to no sect, who takes no private road, But looks through Nature up to Nature's God. 1618 POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. iv., Line 331.
=Security.=
You all know, security Is mortal's chiefest enemy. 1619 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 5.
=Seed.=
The thorns which I have reap'd are of the tree I planted; they have torn me, and I bleed. I should have known what fruit would spring from such a seed. 1620 BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iv., St. 10.
=Self.=
None are so desolate but something dear, Dearer than self, possesses or possess'd A thought, and claims the homage of a tear. 1621 BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto ii., St. 24.
=Selfishness.=
Despite those titles, power and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust, from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored, and unsung. 1622 SCOTT: _Lay of the Last Minstrel,_ Canto vi., St. 1.
=Self-Conceit.=
To observations which ourselves we make, We grow more partial for th' observer's sake. 1623 POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. i., Line 2.
=Self-Control.=
May I govern my passions with absolute sway, And grow wiser and better as my strength wears away, ... by a gentle decay. 1624 DR. WALTER POPE: _The Old Man's Wish,_ Chorus.
=Self-Defence.=
Self-defence is a virtue, Sole bulwark of all right. 1625 BYRON: _Sardanapalus,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.
=Self-Denial.=
Brave conquerors! for so you are, That war against your own affections, And the huge army of the world's desires. 1626 SHAKS.: _Love's L. Lost,_ Act i., Sc. 1.
=Self-Dispraise.=
There is a luxury in self-dispraise; And inward self-disparagement affords To meditative spleen a grateful feast. 1627 WORDSWORTH: _The Excursion,_ Bk. iv.
=Self-Esteem.=
Oft times nothing profits more Than self-esteem, grounded on just and right Well manag'd. 1628 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. viii., Line 571.
=Self-Knowledge.=
To know _thyself_--in others self-concern; Would'st thou know others? read thyself--and learn! 1629 SCHILLER: _Votive Tablets, The Key._
=Self-Love.=
Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin As self-neglecting. 1630 SHAKS.: _Henry V.,_ Act ii., Sc. 4.
Self-love, the spring of motion, acts the soul; Reason's comparing balance rules the whole. 1631 POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. ii., Line 59.
=Self-Reproach.=
Men who can hear the Decalogue, and feel No self-reproach. 1632 WORDSWORTH: _The Old Cumberland Beggar._
=Self-Respect.=
He that respects himself is safe from others; He wears a coat of mail that none can pierce. 1633 LONGFELLOW: _Michael Angelo,_ Pt. ii.
=Self-Sacrifice.=
Give unto me, made lowly wise, The spirit of self-sacrifice. 1634 WORDSWORTH: _Ode to Duty._
=Sense.=
A man whose blood Is very snow-broth; one who never feels The wanton stings and motions of the sense. 1635 SHAKS.: _M. for M.,_ Act i., Sc. 4.
Good sense, which only is the gift of Heaven, And though no science, fairly worth the seven. 1636 POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. iv., Line 43
=Sensibility.=
Our sensibilities are so acute, The fear of being silent makes us mute. 1637 COWPER: _Conversation,_ Line 351.
Sweet sensibility! thou keen delight! Unprompted moral! sudden sense of right! 1638 HANNAH MORE: _Sensibility,_ Line 227.
=Separation.=
Thy soul ... Is as far from my grasp, is as free, As the stars from the mountain-tops be, As the pearl in the depths of the sea, From the portionless king that would wear it. 1639 E.C. STEDMAN: _Stanzas for Music,_ St. 3.
=September.=
September waves his golden-rod Along the lanes and hollows, And saunters round the sunny fields A-playing with the swallows. 1640 ELLEN MACKAY HUTCHINSON: _The Prince._
=Sermons.=
Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in everything. 1641 SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.
Perhaps it may turn out a sang, Perhaps turn out a sermon. 1642 BURNS: _Epistle to a Young Friend._
=Serpent.=
What! would'st thou have a serpent sting thee twice? 1643 SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.
Where's my serpent of old Nile? 1644 SHAKS.: _Ant. and Cleo.,_ Act i., Sc. 5.
And hence one master-passion in the breast, Like Aaron's serpent, swallows up the rest. 1645 POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. ii., Line 131.
Some flow'rets of Eden ye still inherit, But the trail of the Serpent is over them all. 1646 MOORE: _Paradise and the Peri._
=Service.=
Ful wel she sange the service devine, Entuned in hire nose ful swetely. 1647 CHAUCER: _Canterbury Tales, Prologue,_ Line 122.
And ye shall succor men; 'T is nobleness to serve; Help them who cannot help again: Beware from right to swerve. 1648 EMERSON: _Boston Hymn,_ St. 13.
=Sex.=
Think you I am no stronger than my sex, Being so father'd and so husbanded? 1649 SHAKS.: _Jul. Cæsar,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.
Spirits when they please, Can either sex assume, or both. 1650 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i., Line 423.
=Sexton.=
See yonder maker of the dead man's bed, The sexton, hoary-headed chronicle! Of hard, unmeaning face, down which ne'er stole A gentle tear; with mattock in his hand, Digs thro' whole rows of kindred and acquaintance By far his juniors! Scarce a skull's cast up But well he knew its owner, and can tell Some passage of his life. 1651 BLAIR: _The Grave,_ Line 452.
His death, which happened in his berth, At forty-odd befell: They went and told the sexton, and The sexton tolled the bell. 1652 HOOD: _Faithless Sally Brown._
=Shadow.=
Shine out, fair sun, till I have bought a glass, That I may see my shadow as I pass. 1653 SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act i., Sc. 2.
Syene, and where the shadow both way falls, Meroe, Nilotic isle. 1654 MILTON: _Par. Regained,_ Bk. iv., Line 70.
Our acts our angels are, or good or ill, Our fatal shadows that walk by us still. 1655 JOHN FLETCHER: _Upon an "Honest Man's Fortune."_
=Shaft.=
In my school-days, when I had lost one shaft, I shot his fellow of the selfsame flight The selfsame way, with more advised watch, To find the other forth; and by adventuring both I oft found both. 1656 SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act i., Sc. 1.
That eagle's fate and mine are one, Which on the shaft that made him die Espied a feather of his own, Wherewith he wont to soar so high. 1657 WALLER: _To a Lady Singing a Song of his Composing._
=Shakespeare.=
Soul of the age! Th' applause! delight! the wonder of our stage! My Shakespeare, rise! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee room; Thou art a monument, without a tomb, And art alive still, while thy book doth live, And we have wits to read, and praise to give. 1658 BEN JONSON: _Underwoods, To the Mem. of Shakespeare._
There, Shakespeare, on whose forehead climb The crowns o' the world. Oh, eyes sublime, With tears and laughters for all time! 1659 MRS. BROWNING: _Vision of Poets,_ St. 101.
Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild. 1660 MILTON: _L'Allegro,_ Line 129.
What needs my Shakespeare for his honor'd bones,-- The labor of an age in piled stones? Or that his hallow'd relics should be hid Under a star-y-pointing pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? 1661 MILTON: _On Shakespeare._
=Shame.=
O, shame! where is thy blush? 1662 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 4.
But 'neath yon crimson tree Lover to listening maid might breathe his flame, Nor mark, within its roseate canopy, Her blush of maiden shame. 1663 WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _Autumn Woods._
=Shape.=
Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves Shall never tremble. 1664 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 4.
The other shape, If shape it might be call'd that shape had none Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb. 1665 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 681.
=Shell.=
I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell, To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely. 1666 WORDSWORTH: _The Excursion,_ Bk. iv.
=Shelley.=
Ah, did you once see Shelley plain, And did he stop and speak to you, And did you speak to him again? How strange it seems, and new! 1667 ROBERT BROWNING: _Memorabilia,_ i.
=Sheridan.=
Long shall we seek his likeness--long in vain, And turn to all of him which may remain, Sighing that nature form'd but one such man, And broke the die--in moulding Sheridan. 1668 BYRON: _Monody on the Death of Sheridan._
=Shield.=
When Prussia hurried to the field, And snatch'd the spear, but left the shield. 1669 SCOTT: _Marmion,_ Introduction to Canto iii.
=Ships.=
Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships, And burnt the topless towers of Ilium? 1670 MARLOWE: _Faustus._
Like sister sails that drift at night Together on the deep, Seen only where they cross the light That pathless waves must pathlike keep From fisher's signal fire, or pharos steep. 1671 RUSKIN: _The Broken Chain,_ Pt. v., St. 25.
She walks the waters like a thing of life, And seems to dare the elements to strife. 1672 BYRON: _Corsair,_ Canto i., St. 3.
As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean. 1673 COLERIDGE: _The Ancient Mariner,_ Pt. ii.
=Shipwreck.=
O, I have suffer'd With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel, Who had no doubt some noble creature in her, Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock Against my very heart! poor souls! they perish'd. 1674 SHAKS.: _Tempest,_ Act i., Sc. 2.
Again she plunges! hark! a second shock Bilges the splitting Vessel on the Rock-- Down on the vale of death, with dismal cries The fated victims shuddering cast their eyes, In wild despair; while yet another stroke, With strong convulsion rends the solid oak: Ah Heaven!--behold her crashing ribs divide! She loosens, parts, and spreads in ruin o'er the Tide. 1675 FALCONER: _Shipwreck,_ Canto iii., Line 642.
=Shoes.=
I saw them go: one horse was blind, The tails of both hung down behind, Their shoes were on their feet. 1676 JAMES SMITH: _Rejected Addresses, The Baby's Début._
Let firm, well-hammer'd soles protect thy feet, Thro' freezing snows, and rain, and soaking sleet. 1677 GAY: _Trivia,_ Bk. i., Line 33.
=Shore.=
But the poor, unsightly, noisome things Had left their beauty on the shore, With the sun and the sand and the wild uproar. 1678 EMERSON: _Each and All._
There is a rapture on the lonely shore; There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar. 1679 BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iv., St. 178.
A strong nor'wester 's blowing, Bill! Hark! don't ye hear it roar now? Lord help 'em, how I pities them Unhappy folks on shore now! 1680 WILLIAM PITT: _The Sailor's Consolation._
=Show.=
Live to be the show and gaze o' the time. 1681 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act v., Sc. 8.
With books and money plac'd for show Like nest-eggs to make clients lay, And for his false opinion pay. 1682 BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. iii., Canto iii., Line 624.
=Shrine.=
What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine, The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? They sought a faith's pure shrine. 1683 HEMANS: _Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers._
=Sickness.=
This sickness doth infect The very life-blood of our enterprise. 1684 SHAKS.: _1 Henry IV.,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.
=Sighs.=
My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs. 1685 SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act i., Sc. 3.
He sighed;--the next resource is the full moon, Where all sighs are deposited; and now It happen'd luckily, the chaste orb shone. 1686 BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto xvi., St. 13.
=Sight.=
Visions of glory, spare my aching sight Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul! 1687 GRAY: _The Bard,_ Pt. iii., St. 1.
O Christ! it is a goodly sight to see What Heaven hath done for this delicious land. 1688 BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto i., St. 15.
=Signs.=
Sometime we see a cloud that's dragonish: A vapor, sometime, like a bear, or lion, A tower'd citadel, a pendent rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon 't, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs; They are black vesper's pageants. 1689 SHAKS.: _Ant. and Cleo.,_ Act iv., Sc. 12.
=Silence.=
Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much. 1690 SHAKS.: _Much Ado,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.
Silence in love bewrays more woe Than words, tho' ne'er so witty; A beggar that is dumb, you know, May challenge double pity. 1691 SIR WALTER RALEIGH: _Silent Lover,_ St. 6.
Silence more musical than any song. 1692 CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI: _Rest._
Silence accompany'd; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale; She all night long her amorous descant sung; Silence was pleas'd. 1693 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 598.
There was silence deep as death, And the boldest held his breath For a time. 1694 CAMPBELL: _Battle of the Baltic._
There is a silence where hath been no sound, There is a silence where no sound may be,-- In the cold grave, under the deep, deep sea, Or in the wide desert where no life is found. 1695 HOOD: _Sonnet, Silence._
=Silver.=
Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear, That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops. 1696 SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.
=Similarity.=
Like will to like: each creature loves his kind, Chaste words proceed still from a bashful mind. 1697 HERRICK: _Aph. Like Loves His Like._
=Simplicity.=
And simple truth miscall'd simplicity, And captive good attending captive ill. 1698 SHAKS.: Sonnet lxvi.
Rich in saving common-sense, And, as the greatest only are. In his simplicity sublime. 1699 TENNYSON: _Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington,_ St. 4.
=Sin.=
Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin, Unhousell'd, disappointed, unaneled. 1700 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 5.
One sin, I know, another doth provoke; Murder's as near to lust, as flame to smoke. 1701 SHAKS.: _Pericles,_ Act i., Sc. 1.
In lashing sin, of every stroke beware, For sinners feel, and sinners you must spare. 1702 CRABBE: _Tales, Advice,_ Line 242.
But sad as angels for the good man's sin, Weep to record, and blush to give it in. 1703 CAMPBELL: _Pl. of Hope,_ Pt. ii., Line 357.
I waive the quantum o' the sin, The hazard of concealing; But, och! it hardens a' within, And petrifies the feeling! 1704 BURNS: _Epistle to a Young Friend._
Compound for sins they are inclined to, By damning those they have no mind to. 1705 BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. i., Canto i., Line 215.
=Sincerity.=
I never tempted her with word too large, But, as a brother to his sister, show'd Bashful sincerity and comely love. 1706 SHAKS.: _Much Ado,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.
His nature is too noble for the world: He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, Or Jove for 's power to thunder. His heart's his mouth: What his breast forges that his tongue must vent. 1707 SHAKS.: _Coriolanus,_ Act iii., Sc. 1.
=Singing.=
But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubims. 1708 SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act v., Sc. 1.
Sing, seraph with the glory! heaven is high. Sing, poet with the sorrow! earth is low. The universe's inward voices cry "Amen" to either song of joy and woe. Sing, seraph, poet! sing on equally! 1709 MRS. BROWNING: _Sonnets, Seraph and Poet._
I send my heart up to thee, all my heart In this my singing! For the stars help me, and the sea bears part. 1710 ROBERT BROWNING: _In a Gondola._
I do but sing because I must, And pipe but as the linnets sing. 1711 TENNYSON: _In Memoriam,_ Pt. xxi., St. 6.
Song forbids victorious deeds to die. 1712 SCHILLER: _Artists,_ St. 11.
=Singularity.=
No two on earth in all things can agree; All have some darling singularity. 1713 CHURCHILL: _Apology,_ Line 402.
=Sister.=
Oh, never say hereafter But I am truest speaker. You call'd me brother When I was but your sister. 1714 SHAKS.: _Cymbeline,_ Act v., Sc. 5.
=Skill.=
How happy is he born or taught, That serveth not another's will; Whose armor is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill! 1715 WOTTON: _Character of a Happy Life._
=Skull.=
Look on its broken arch, its ruined wall, Its chambers desolate, its portals foul; Yes, this was once ambition's airy hall, The dome of thought, the palace of the soul. 1716 BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto ii., St. 6.
=Sky.=
Man is the nobler growth our realms supply, And souls are ripened in our northern sky. 1717 MRS. BARBAULD: _The Invitation._
The sky is changed,--and such a change. O night And storm and darkness! ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! 1718 BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iii., St. 92.
=Slander.=
Slanderous reproaches, and foul infamies, Leasings, backbitings, and vainglorious crakes, Bad counsels, praises, and false flatteries; All those against that fort did bend their batteries. 1719 SPENSER: _Faerie Queene,_ Bk. ii., Canto xi., St. 10.
'T is slander, Whose edge is sharper than the sword: whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile; whose breath Bides on the posting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world,--kings, queens, and states, Maids, matrons,--nay, the secrets of the grave This viperous slander enters. 1720 SHAKS.: _Cymbeline,_ Act iii., Sc. 4.
'T was slander filled her mouth with lying words,-- Slander, the foulest whelp of sin. 1721 POLLOK: _Course of Time,_ Bk. viii., Line 715.
=Slave--Slavery.=
Thou art a slave, whom Fortune's tender arm With favor never clasp'd: but bred a dog. 1722 SHAKS.: _Timon of A.,_ Act iv., Sc. 3.
He finds his fellow guilty of a skin Not color'd like his own, and having pow'r T' enforce the wrong, for such a worthy cause Dooms and devotes him as his lawful prey. 1723 COWPER: _Task,_ Bk. ii., Line 12.
Corrupted freemen are the worst of slaves. 1724 DAVID GARRICK: _Prologue to the Gamesters._
Whatever day Makes man a slave, takes half his worth away. 1725 POPE: _Odyssey,_ Bk. xvii., Line 392.
=Sleep.=
We are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep. 1726 SHAKS.: _Tempest,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.
Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labor's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast. 1727 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.
Come, sleep, O sleep! the certain knot of peace, The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe; The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release, The impartial judge between the high and low. 1728 SIR PHILIP SIDNEY: _Astrophel and Stella,_ St. 39.
Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep! He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where fortune smiles--the wretched he forsakes. 1729 YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night i., Line 1.
O magic sleep! O comfortable bird That broodest o'er the troubled sea of the mind Till it is hush'd and smooth! 1730 KEATS: _Endymion,_ Line 456.
Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality. 1731 BYRON: _Dream,_ Line 1.
Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking. 1732 SCOTT: _Lady of the Lake,_ Canto i., St. 31.
Of all the thoughts of God that are Borne inward into souls afar, Along the Psalmist's music deep, Now tell me if that any is, For gift or grace, surpassing this-- "He giveth His beloved sleep"? 1733 MRS. BROWNING: _Sleep._
Be thy sleep Silent as night is, and as deep. 1734 LONGFELLOW: _Christus, Golden Legend,_ Pt. ii.
Sleep will bring thee dreams in starry number-- Let him come to thee and be thy guest. 1735 AYTOUN: _Hermotimus._
=Sloth.=
Sloth views the towers of Fame with envious eyes, Desirous still, but impotent to rise. 1736 SHENSTONE: _Moral Pieces._
=Sluggard.=
'T is the voice of the sluggard; I heard him complain, "You have waked me too soon, I must slumber again." 1737 WATTS: _The Sluggard._
=Smiles.=
One may smile, and smile, and be a villain. 1738 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 5.
With the smile that was childlike and bland. 1739 BRET HARTE: _Plain Language from Truthful James._
Death Grinn'd horrible a ghastly smile, to hear His famine should be filled. 1740 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 815.
Without the smile from partial beauty won, Oh what were man?--a world without a sun. 1741 CAMPBELL: _Pl. of Hope,_ Pt. ii., Line 21.
Even children follow'd with endearing wile, And pluck'd his gown, to share the good man's smile. 1742 GOLDSMITH: _Des. Village,_ Line 183.
=Smoke.=