Part 8
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.
So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life. 1093 TENNYSON: _In Memoriam,_ lv., St. 2.
=Light.=
Hail, holy Light! offspring of Heaven first-born! Or of the Eternal coeternal beam, May I express thee unblam'd? since God is light, And never but in unapproachèd light Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee, Bright effluence of bright essence increate! 1094 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iii., Line 1.
But yet the light that led astray Was light from heaven. 1095 BURNS: _The Vision._
The light that never was, on sea or land; The consecration, and the Poet's dream. 1096 WORDSWORTH: _Suggested by a Picture of Peele Castle in a Storm,_ St. 4.
Light, light, and light! to break and melt in sunder All clouds and chains that in one bondage bind Eyes, hands, and spirits, forged by fear and wonder And sleek fierce fraud with hidden knife behind. 1097 SWINBURNE: _Eve of Revolution,_ St. 10.
=Lightning.=
Swift as a shadow, short as any dream; Brief as the lightning in the collied night. 1098 SHAKS.: _Mid. N. Dream,_ Act i., Sc. 1.
=Lilies.=
Like the lily, That once was mistress of the field and flourish'd, I'll hang my head and perish. 1099 SHAKS.: _Henry VIII,_ Act iii., Sc. 1.
In twisted braids of lilies knitting The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair. 1100 MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 859.
=Lincoln, Abraham.=
This man, whose homely face you look upon, Was one of Nature's masterful, great men; Born with strong arms, that unfought battles won Direct of speech, and cunning with the pen. Chosen for large designs, he had the art Of winning with his humor, and he went Straight to his mark, which was the human heart; Wise, too, for what he could not break he bent. Upon his back a more than Atlas-load,-- The burden of the Commonwealth,--was laid; He stooped, and rose up to it, though the road Shot suddenly downwards, not a whit dismayed. Hold, warriors, councillors, kings! All now give place To this dear benefactor of the Race. 1101 R.H. STODDARD: _Abraham Lincoln._
=Line.=
Marlowe's mighty line. 1102 BEN JONSON: _To the Memory of Shakespeare._
Profan'd the God-given strength, and marr'd the lofty line. 1103 SCOTT: _Marmion, Introduction to Canto i._
=Lion.=
The lion, dying, thrusteth forth his paw, And wounds the earth, if nothing else, with rage To be o'erpowered. 1104 SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act v., Sc. 1.
=Lips.=
Her lips are roses over-washed with dew, Or like the purple of Narcissus' flower; No frost their fair, no wind doth waste their power, But by her breath her beauties do renew. 1105 ROBERT GREENE: _From Menaphon. Menaphon's Ecl._
=Little.=
Contented wi' little, and cantie wi' mair. 1106 BURNS: _Contented wi' Little._
Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long. 1107 GOLDSMITH: _The Hermit,_ Ch. viii., St. 8.
=Locks.=
Thou canst not say I did it; never shake Thy gory locks at me. 1108 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 4.
John Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, Your bonny brow was brent. 1109 BURNS: _John Anderson._
=Logic.=
He was in logic a great critic, Profoundly skill'd in analytic; He could distinguish and divide A hair 'twixt south and south-west side. 1110 BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. i., Canto i., Line 65.
=London.=
London! the needy villain's general home, The common-sewer of Paris and of Rome! With eager thirst, by folly or by fate, Sucks in the dregs of each corrupted state. 1111 DR. JOHNSON: _London,_ Line 83.
=Longings.=
I have Immortal longings in me. 1112 SHAKS.: _Ant. and Cleo.,_ Act v., Sc. 2.
=Looks.=
My only books Were woman's looks,-- And folly 's all they've taught me. 1113 MOORE: _The Time I've Lost in Wooing._
Where village statesmen talk'd with looks profound, And news much older than their ale went round. 1114 GOLDSMITH: _Des. Village,_ Line 223.
=Lord.=
Lord of himself,--that heritage of woe! 1115 BYRON: _Lara,_ Canto i., St. 2.
Lord of himself, though not of lands; And having nothing, yet hath all. 1116 WOTTON: _Character of a Happy Life._
=Loss.=
That loss is common would not make My own less bitter--rather more; Too common! Never morning wore To evening but some heart did break. 1117 TENNYSON: _In Memoriam,_ Pt. vi., St. 2.
=Love.=
O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day; Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away. 1118 SHAKS.: _Two Gent. of V.,_ Act i., Sc. 3.
Love is a spirit all compact of fire; Not gross to sink, but light, and will aspire. 1119 SHAKS.: _Venus and A.,_ Line 149.
Such is the power of that sweet passion, That it all sordid baseness doth expel, And the refined mind doth newly fashion Unto a fairer form, which now doth dwell In his high thought, that would itself excel; Which he, beholding still with constant sight, Admires the mirror of so heavenly light. 1120 SPENSER: _Hymn in Honor of Love._
How could I tell I should love thee to-day, Whom that day I held not dear? How could I know I should love thee away When I did not love thee anear? 1121 JEAN INGELOW: _Supper at the Mill._ _Song._
Instruct me now what love will do; 'T will make a tongueless man to woo. Inform me next what love will do; 'T will strangely make a one of two. Teach me besides what love will do; 'T will quickly mar and make ye too. Tell me, now last, what love will do; 'T will hurt and heal a heart pierc'd through. 1122 SIR JOHN SUCKLING: _Aph. of Love._
Love is the only good in the world. Henceforth be loved as heart can love, Or brain devise, or hand approve. 1123 ROBERT BROWNING: _Flight of the Duchess,_ Pt. xv.
Mutual love brings mutual delight-- Brings beauty, life; for love is life, hate, death. 1124 R.H. DANA: _The Dying Raven._
Let those love now, who never loved before, Let those who always loved, now love the more. 1125 PARNELL: _Trans. of Pervigilium Veneris._
Love, well thou know'st, no partnership allows: Cupid averse rejects divided vows. 1126 PRIOR: _Henry and Emma,_ Line 590.
And love, life's fine centre, includes heart and mind. 1127 OWEN MEREDITH: _Lucile,_ Pt. ii., Canto i., St. 17.
I hold it true, whate'er befall, I feel it when I sorrow most; 'T is better to have loved and lost, Than never to have loved at all. 1128 TENNYSON: _In Memoriam,_ Pt. xxvii., St. 4.
Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met, or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted. 1129 BURNS: _Song, Ae Fond Kiss._
Love in a hut, with water and a crust, Is--Love, forgive us! cinders, ashes, dust. 1130 KEATS: _Lamia,_ Pt. ii., Line 1.
Why did she love him? Curious fool! be still; Is human love the growth of human will? 1131 BYRON: _Lara,_ Canto ii., St. 22.
There is no pleasure like the pain Of being loved, and loving. 1132 PRAED: _Legend of the Haunted Tree._
Man's love is of man's life a thing apart, 'T is woman's whole existence. 1133 BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto i., St. 194.
In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed; In war, he mounts the warrior's steed; In halls, in gay attire is seen; In hamlets, dances on the green; Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above; For love is heaven and heaven is love. 1134 SCOTT: _Lay of the Last Minstrel,_ Canto iii., St. 2.
True love is at home on a carpet, And mightily likes his ease,-- And true love has an eye for a dinner, And starves beneath shady trees. His wing is the fan of a lady, His foot's an invisible thing, And his arrow is tipp'd with a jewel, And shot from a silver string. 1135 WILLIS: _Love in a Cottage._
What is love? 't is nature's treasure, 'T is the storehouse of her joys; 'T is the highest heaven of pleasure, 'T is a bliss which never cloys. 1136 THOMAS CHATTERTON: _The Revenge,_ Act i., Sc. 2.
=Luxury.=
O Luxury! thou curs'd by heaven's decree, How ill-exchang'd are things like these for thee! How do thy potions, with insidious joy, Diffuse their pleasures only to destroy! 1137 GOLDSMITH: _Des. Village,_ Line 395.
Blest hour! it was a luxury--to be! 1138 COLERIDGE: _Reflections on Having Left a Place of Retirement._
==M.==
=Madness.=
I am not mad;--I would to heaven I were! For then, 't is like I should forget myself; O, if I could,--what grief should I forget! 1139 SHAKS.: _King John,_ Act iii., Sc. 4.
Madness in great ones must not unwatch'd go. 1140 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 1.
And moody madness laughing wild Amid severest woe. 1141 GRAY: _On a Distant Prospect of Eton College._
=Man.=
O, what may man within him hide, Though angel on the outward side! 1142 SHAKS.: _M. for M.,_ Act iii., Sc. 2.
He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again. 1143 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 2.
His life was gentle; and the elements So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up, And say to all the world, "This was a man!" 1144 SHAKS.: _Jul. Cæsar,_ Act v., Sc. 5.
Man is one world, and hath. Another to attend him. 1145 HERBERT: _The Temple._ _Man._
Know then thyself, presume not God to scan, The proper study of mankind is Man. 1146 POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. ii., Line 1.
What tho' on hamely fare we dine, Wear hoddin gray, and a' that? Gie fools their silks and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a' that! 1147 BURNS: _For a' That and a' That._
Man is a summer's day; whose youth and fire Cool to a glorious evening, and expire. 1148 HENRY VAUGHAN: _Rules and Lessons._
Beyond the poet's sweet dream lives The eternal epic of the man. 1149 WHITTIER: _The Grave by the Lake,_ St. 34.
What is man? A foolish baby; Vainly strives, and fights, and frets: Demanding all, deserving nothing, One small grave is all he gets. 1150 CARLYLE: _Cui Bono._
=Manners.=
Fit for the mountains and the barb'rous caves, Where manners ne'er were preach'd. 1151 SHAKS.: _Tw. Night,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.
Manners with fortunes, humors turn with climes, Tenets with books, and principles with times. 1152 POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. i., Line 172.
=Marble.=
And sleep in dull cold marble. 1153 SHAKS.: _Henry VIII.,_ Act iii., Sc. 2.
All your better deeds Shall be in water writ, but this in marble. 1154 BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _Philaster,_ Act v., Sc. 3.
=March.=
The stormy March is come at last, With wind, and clouds, and changing skies; I hear the rushing of the blast, That through the snowy valleys flies. 1155 WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _March._
Ah, March! we know thou art Kind-hearted, spite of ugly looks and threats, And, out of sight, art nursing April's violets! 1156 HELEN HUNT: _March._
=Marriage.=
The ancient saying is no heresy;-- Hanging and wiving goes by destiny. 1157 SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act ii, Sc. 9.
Marriage is a matter of more worth Than to be dealt in by attorneyship. 1158 SHAKS.: _1 Henry VI.,_ Act v., Sc. 5.
The joys of marriage are the heaven on earth, Life's paradise, great princess, the soul's quiet, Sinews of concord, earthly immortality, Eternity of pleasures. 1159 FORD: _Broken Heart,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.
Hail, wedded love! mysterious law, true source Of human offspring. 1160 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 750.