Part 7
No man e'er felt the halter draw, With good opinion of the law. 864 JOHN TRUMBULL: _McFingal,_ Canto iii., Line 489.
=Hand.=
Let my hand-- This hand, lie in your own--my own true friend! Hand in hand with you. 865 ROBERT BROWNING: _Paracelsus,_ Sc. 5.
'T was a hand White, delicate, dimpled, warm, languid, and bland. The hand of a woman is often, in youth, Somewhat rough, somewhat red, somewhat graceless in truth; Does its beauty refine, as its pulses grow calm, Or as Sorrow has, crossed the life-line in the palm? 866 OWEN MEREDITH: _Lucile,_ Pt. i., Canto iii., St. 13.
=Happiness.=
And there is even a happiness That makes the heart afraid. 867 HOOD: _Ode to Melancholy._
Happiness depends, as Nature shows, Less on exterior things than most suppose. 868 COWPER: _Table Talk,_ Line 246.
O happiness! our being's end and aim! Good, pleasure, ease, content! whate'er thy name: That something still which prompts the eternal sigh, For which we bear to live, or dare to die. 869 POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. iv., Line 1.
=Harmony.=
Soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. 870 SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act v., Sc. 1.
From harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began: From harmony to harmony Through all the compass of the notes it ran, The diapason closing full in Man. 871 DRYDEN: _A Song for St. Cecilia's Day,_ Line 11.
=Harp.=
The harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled. 872 MOORE: _The Harp That Once Through Tara's Halls._
=Haste.=
Farewell; and let your haste commend your duty. 873 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 2.
Running together all about, The servants put each other out, Till the grave master had decreed, The more haste, ever the worst speed. 874 CHURCHILL: _Ghost,_ Bk. iv., Line 1159.
=Hat.=
So Britain's monarch once uncovered sat, While Bradshaw bullied in a broad-brimmed hat. 875 JAMES BRAMSTON: _Man of Taste._
=Hatred.=
To vow, and swear, and superpraise my parts, When, I am sure, you hate me with your hearts. 876 SHAKS.: _Mid. N. Dream,_ Act iii., Sc. 2.
Never can true reconcilement grow Where wounds of deadly hate have pierc'd so deep. 877 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 98.
There was a laughing devil in his sneer, That rais'd emotions both of rage and fear; And where his frown of hatred darkly fell, Hope withering fled, and Mercy sigh'd farewell! 878 BYRON: _Corsair,_ Canto i., St. 9.
He who surpasses or subdues mankind Must look down on the hate of those below. 879 BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iii., St. 45.
=Hawthorn.=
And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. 880 MILTON: _L'Allegro,_ Line 67.
=Head.=
Oh good gray head which all men knew! 881 TENNYSON: _Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington,_ St. 4.
The tall, the wise, the reverend head Must lie as low as ours. 882 WATTS: _Hymns and Spiritual Songs,_ Bk. ii., Hymn 63.
=Health.=
Nor love, nor honor, wealth, nor power, Can give the heart a cheerful hour When health is lost. Be timely wise; With health all taste of pleasure flies. 883 GAY: _Fables,_ Pt. i., Fable 31.
Better to hunt in fields for health unbought Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught. 884 DRYDEN: _Epis. to John Dryden of Chesterton,_ Line 92.
=Heart.=
A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a. 885 SHAKS.: _Wint. Tale,_ Act iv., Sc. 2.
With every pleasing, every prudent part, Say, what can Chloe want? She wants a heart. 886 POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. ii., Line 159.
Or from Browning some "Pomegranate," which if cut deep down the middle, Shows a heart within blood-tinctured, of a veined humanity. 887 MRS. BROWNING: _Lady Geraldine's Courtship,_ xli.
The heart bowed down by weight of woe To weakest hope will cling. 888 ALFRED BUNN: _Song._
Here the heart May give a useful lesson to the head. And Learning wiser grow without his books. 889 COWPER: _Task,_ Bk. vi., Line 85.
But on and up, where Nature's heart Beats strong amid the hills. 890 RICHARD M. MILNES: _Tragedy of the Lac de Gaube,_ St. 2.
=Heaven.=
Heaven is above all yet; there sits a Judge That no king can corrupt. 891 SHAKS.: _Henry VIII.,_ Act iii., Sc. 1.
Heaven Is as the Book of God before thee set, Wherein to read his wondrous works. 892 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. viii., Line 66.
Some feelings are to mortals given With less of earth in them than heaven. 893 SCOTT: _Lady of the Lake,_ Canto ii., St. 22.
=Hell.=
'Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world. 894 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 2.
A dungeon horrible, on all sides round, As one great furnace flamed; yet from those flames No light; but rather darkness visible Serv'd only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes That comes to all, but torture without end. 895 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i., Line 61.
Hell Grew darker at their frown. 896 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 719.
To rest, the cushion and soft dean invite, Who never mentions hell to ears polite. 897 POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. iv., Line 149.
In hope to merit heaven by making earth a hell. 898 BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto i., St. 20.
Hell is a city much like London-- A populous and a smoky city; There are all sorts of people undone, And there is little or no fun done; Small justice shown, and still less pity. 899 SHELLEY: _Peter Bell the Third,_ Pt. iii.
=Heritage.=
I, the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time. 900 TENNYSON: _Loksley Hall,_ Line 178.
Creation's heir, the world, the world is mine! 901 GOLDSMITH: _Traveller,_ Line 50.
=Heroes.=
Heroes are much the same, the point's agreed, From Macedonia's madman to the Swede. 902 POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. iv., Line 219.
Whoe'er excels in what we prize, Appears a hero in our eyes. 903 SWIFT: _Cadenus and Vanessa,_ Line 729.
To the hero, when his sword Has won the battle for the free Death's voice sounds like a prophet's word; And in its hollow tones are heard The thanks of millions yet to be! 904 HALLECK: _Marco Bozzaris._
Heroes as great have died, and yet shall fall. 905 POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. xv., Line 157.
=Hills.=
The hills, Rock-ribbed, and ancient as the sun. 906 WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _Thanatopsis._
I have looked on the hills of the stormy North, And the larch has hung his tassels forth. 907 HEMANS: _The Voice of Spring._
=History.=
History, with all her volumes vast, Hath but one page. 908 BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iv.; St. 108.
=Holiday.=
If all the year were playing holidays, To sport would be as tedious as to work; But when they seldom come, they wished-for come, And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents. 909 SHAKS.: _1 Henry IV.,_ Act i., Sc. 2.
There were his young barbarians all at play; There was their Dacian mother: he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday! 910 BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iv., St. 141.
=Holiness.=
Whoso lives the holiest life Is fittest far to die. 911 MARGARET J. PRESTON: _Ready._
=Homage.=
When I am dead, no pageant train Shall waste their sorrows at my bier, Nor worthless pomp of homage vain Stain it with hypocritic tear. 912 EDWARD EVERETT: _Alaric the Visigoth_
=Home.=
Home is the resort Of love, of joy, of peace and plenty, where, Supporting and supported, polish'd friends And dear relations mingle into bliss. 913 THOMSON: _Seasons, Autumn,_ Line 65.
This fond attachment to the well-known place Whence first we started into life's long race, Maintains its hold with such unfailing sway, We feel it e'en in age, and at our latest day. 914 COWPER: _Tirocinium,_ Line 314.
This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be; Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter home from the hill. 915 ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON: _Requiem._
'Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there 's no place like home. 916 J. HOWARD PAYNE: _Home, Sweet Home._
Type of the wise who soar but never roam, True to the kindred points of heaven and home. 917 WORDSWORTH: _To a Skylark._
=Homer.=
Read Homer once, and you can read no more, For all books else appear so mean, so poor; Verse may seem prose; but still persist to read, And Homer will be all the books you need. 918 SHEFFIELD, DUKE OF BUCKINGHAMSHIRE: _Essay on Poetry_
Oft of one wide expanse had I been told That deep-brow'd Homer ruled as his demesne, Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold. 919 KEATS: _On first looking into Chapman's Homer._
Seven cities warred for Homer being dead; Who living had no roofe to shrowd his head. 920 THOMAS HEYWOOD: _Hierarchie of the Blessed Angells._
=Honesty.=
An honest man he is, and hates the slime That sticks on filthy deeds. 921 SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act v., Sc. 2.
A wit's a feather, and a chief a rod; An honest man's the noblest work of God. 922 POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. iv., Line 247.
=Honor.=
Too much honor: O, 'tis a burthen, ... 'tis a burthen, Too heavy for a man that hopes for heaven. 923 SHAKS.: _Henry VIII.,_ Act iii., Sc. 2.
Honor travels in a strait so narrow, Where one but goes abreast: keep then the path. 924 SHAKS.: _Troil, and Cress.,_ Act iii., Sc. 3.
Honor's a fine imaginary notion, That draws in raw and unexperienced men To real mischiefs, while they hunt a shadow. 925 ADDISON: _Cato,_ Act ii., Sc. 5.
Honor and shame from no condition rise; Act well your part, there all the honor lies. 926 POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. iv., Line 193.
His honor rooted in dishonor stood, And faith unfaithful kept him falsely true. 927 TENNYSON: _Idyls, Elaine,_ Line 884.
There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay. 928 WILLIAM COLLINS: _Ode in 1746._
=Hood.=
A page of Hood may do a fellow good After a scolding from Carlyle or Ruskin. 929 OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: _How Not to Settle It._
=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, wrappèd 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. Cæsar,_ 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.