Part 9

Marriage is the life-long miracle, The self-begetting wonder, daily fresh. 1161 CHARLES KINGSLEY: _Saint's Tragedy,_ Act ii., Sc. 9.

=Martyrs.=

Life has its martyrs, as brave, as strong, and as faithful, E'en as the martyrs of death. 1162 H.H. BOYESEN: _Calpurnia,_ Pt. iv.

A pale martyr in his shirt of fire. 1163 ALEXANDER SMITH: _A Life Drama,_ Sc. 2.

=Masters.=

We cannot all be masters, nor all masters Cannot be truly followed. 1161 SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

Men at some time are masters of their fates: The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings. 1165 SHAKS.: _Jul. Cæsar,_ Act i., Sc. 2.

=Matter.=

When Bishop Berkeley said "there was no matter," And proved it,--'t was no matter what he said. 1166 BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto xi., St. 1.

=May.=

The voice of one who goes before, to make The paths of June more beautiful, is thine, Sweet May! 1167 HELEN HUNT: _May._

The new-born May, As cradled yet in April's lap she lay. Born in yon blaze of orient sky, Sweet May! thy radiant form unfold, Unclose thy blue voluptuous eye, And wave thy shadowy locks of gold. 1168 ERASMUS DARWIN: _L. of the Plants,_ Canto ii., Line 307.

Now the bright morning-star, Day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who, from her green lap, throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. 1169 MILTON: _Song on May Morning._

=Meeting.=

It gives me wonder, great as my content, To see you here before me. 1170 SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.

Each hour until we meet is as a bird That wings from far his gradual way along The rustling covert of my soul,--his song Still loudlier trilled through leaves more deeply stirr'd: But at the hour of meeting, a clear word Is every note he sings, in Love's own tongue. 1171 DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI: _Winged Hours,_ Sonnet xv.

=Melancholy.=

There 's such a charm in melancholy. 1172 ROGERS: _To ----._

These pleasures, Melancholy, give; And I with thee will choose to live. 1173 MILTON: _Il Penseroso,_ Line 175.

Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth, And Melancholy mark'd him for her own. 1174 GRAY: _Elegy, The Epitaph._

=Melodies.=

And feeling hearts, touch them but rightly, pour A thousand melodies unheard before! 1175 ROGERS: _Human Life._

=Memory.=

Remember thee? Yea, from the table of my memory I 'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there. 1176 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 5

The eyes of memory will not sleep, Its ears are open still, And vigils with the past they keep Against my feeble will. 1177 WHITTIER: _Knight of St. John._

Tho' lost to sight, to mem'ry dear Thou ever wilt remain. 1178 GEORGE LINLEY: _Song._

=Men.=

Men are but children of a larger growth. 1179 DRYDEN: _All for Love,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.

=Mercy.=

The quality of mercy is not strain'd; It droppeth, as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath: it is twice bless'd; It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes: 'T is mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown. 1180 SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.

Who will not mercie unto others show, How can he mercy ever hope to have? 1181 SPENSER: _Faerie Queene,_ Bk. v., Canto ii., St. 42.

=Merit.=

Be thou the first true merit to befriend; His praise is lost, who stays till all commend. 1182 POPE: _E. on Criticism,_ Pt. ii., Line 274.

=Midnight.=

The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve:-- Lovers to bed; 'tis almost fairy time. 1183 SHAKS.: _Mid. N. Dream,_ Act v., Sc. 1.

Midnight brought on the dusky hour Friendliest to sleep and silence. 1184 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. v., Line 667.

'T is midnight now. The bent and broken moon, Batter'd and black, as from a thousand battles, Hangs silent on the purple walls of heaven. 1185 JOAQUIN MILLER: _Ina,_ Sc. 2.

=Milton.=

That mighty orb of song, The divine Milton. 1186 WORDSWORTH: _Excursion,_ Bk. i.

=Mind.=

The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n. 1187 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i., Line 254.

Measure your mind's height by the shade it casts. 1188 ROBERT BROWNING: _Paracelsus,_ Sc. 3.

Though man a thinking being is defined, Few use the grand prerogative of mind. 1189 JANE TAYLOR: _Essays in Rhyme,_ Essay i., St. 45.

My mind to me a kingdom is; Such present joys therein I find, That it excels all other bliss That earth affords or grows by kind. 1190 EDWARD DYER: _Ms. Rawl.,_ 85, p. 17.

=Mirth.=

More merry tears The passion of loud laughter never shed. 1191 SHAKS.: _Mid. N. Dream,_ Act v., Sc. 1.

Come, thou Goddess fair and free, In heav'n yclept Euphrosyne, And by men, heart-easing Mirth. 1192 MILTON: _L'Allegro,_ Line 11.

As Tammie glow'red, amazed and curious, The mirth and fun grew fast and furious. 1193 BURNS: _Tam o' Shanter._

=Mischief.=

O, mischief! thou art swift To enter in the thoughts of desperate men! 1194 SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act v., Sc. 1.

When to mischief mortals bend their will, How soon they find fit instruments of ill! 1195 POPE: _R. of the Lock,_ Canto iii., St. 125.

=Misery.=

Sharp misery had worn him to the bones. 1196 SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act v., Sc. 1.

Heaven hears and pities hapless men like me, For sacred ev'n to gods is misery. 1197 POPE: _Odyssey,_ Bk. v., Line 572.

=Misfortune.=

One woe doth tread upon another's heel, So fast they follow. 1198 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iv., Sc. 7.

As if Misfortune made the throne her seat, And none could be unhappy but the great. 1199 NICHOLAS ROWE: _Fair Penitent. Prologue._

=Mobs.=

You have many enemies that know not Why they are so, but, like to village curs, Bark when their fellows do. 1200 SHAKS.: _Henry VIII.,_ Act ii., Sc. 4.

The rabble all alive, From tippling benches, cellars, stalls, and sties, Swarm in the streets. 1201 COWPER: _Task,_ Bk. vi., Line 704.

=Mockery.=

Hence, horrible shadow! Unreal mockery, hence! 1202 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 4.

=Modesty.=

Her looks do argue her replete with modesty. 1203 SHAKS.: _3 Henry VI.,_ Act iii., Sc. 2.

Such an act That blurs the grace and blush of modesty. 1204 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 4.

=Monarchs.=

A morsel for a monarch. 1205 SHAKS.: _Ant. and Cleo.,_ Act i., Sc. 5.

A lucky chance, that oft decides the fate Of mighty monarchs. 1206 THOMSON: _Seasons, Summer,_ Line 1285.

=Money.=

This yellow slave Will knit and break religions; bless the accurs'd; Make the hoar leprosy ador'd; place thieves, And give them title, knee, and approbation, With senators on the bench. 1207 SHAKS.: _Timon of A.,_ Act iv., Sc. 3.

He had rolled in money like pigs in mud. 1208 Hood: _Miss Kilmansegg._

'T is true we've money, th' only power That all mankind falls down before. 1209 BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. iii., Canto ii., Line 1327.

Get money; still get money, boy, No matter by what means. 1210 BEN JONSON: _Every Man in His Humour,_ Act ii., Sc. 3.

=Months.=

Thirty days hath September, April, June, and November, All the rest have thirty-one, Excepting February alone: Which hath but twenty-eight, in fine, Till leap year gives it twenty-nine. 1211 _Common in the New England States._

=Monuments.=

Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme. 1212 SHAKS.: _Sonnet 55._

=Mood.=

Anon they move In perfect phalanx, to the Dorian mood Of flutes and soft recorders. 1213 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i. Line 549.

Fantastic as a woman's mood, And fierce as Frenzy's fever'd blood. 1214 SCOTT: _Lady of the Lake,_ Canto v., St. 30.

=Moon.=

Now glow'd the firmament With living sapphires; Hesperus, that led The starry host, rode brightest, till the Moon, Rising in clouded majesty, at length, Apparent queen, unveil'd her peerless light, And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw. 1215 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 604.

How like a queen comes forth the lonely Moon From the slow opening curtains of the clouds; Walking in beauty to her midnight throne! 1216 GEORGE CROLY: _Diana._

The moon had climb'd the highest hill Which rises o'er the source of Dee, And from the eastern summit shed Her silver light on tower and tree. 1217 JOHN LOWE: _Mary's Dream._

=Morality.=

Religion blushing, veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires. 1218 POPE: _Dunciad,_ Bk. iv., Line 649.

=Morning.=

See how the morning opes her golden gates, And takes her farewell of the glorious sun! How well resembles it the prime of youth, Trimm'd like a younker, prancing to his love. 1219 SHAKS.: _3 Henry VI.,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.

Sweet is the breath of Morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds. 1220 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 641.

Night wanes--the vapors round the mountains curl'd Melt into morn, and light awakes the world. 1221 BYRON: _Lara,_ Canto ii., St. 1.

The moon is carried off in purple fire: Day breaks at last. 1222 ROBERT BROWNING: _Return of the Druses,_ Act i.

Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high. 1223 WATTS: _Psalm_ v.

=Mortality.=

All, that in this world is great or gay, Doth, as a vapor, vanish and decay. 1224 SPENSER: _Ruins of Time,_ Line 55.

We cannot hold mortality's strong hand. 1225 SHAKS.: _King John,_ Act iv., Sc. 2.

=Mother.=

A woman's love Is mighty, but a mother's heart is weak, And by its weakness overcomes. 1226 JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: _Legend of Brittany,_ Pt. ii., St. 43.

A mother is a mother still, The holiest thing alive. 1227 COLERIDGE: _The Three Graves._

=Mountains.=

I know a mount, the gracious Sun perceives First when he visits, last, too, when he leaves The world; and, vainly favored, it repays The day-long glory of his steadfast gaze By no change of its large calm front of snow. 1228 ROBERT BROWNING: _Rudel To The Lady of Tripoli._

And to me High mountains are a feeling, but the hum Of human cities torture. 1229 BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iii., St. 72.

=Mounting.=

I mount and mount toward the sky, The eagle's heart is mine, I ride to put the clouds a-by Where silver lakelets shine. The roaring streams wax white with snow, The eagle's nest draws near, The blue sky widens, hid peaks glow, The air is frosty clear. And so from cliff to cliff I rise, The eagle's heart is mine; Above me ever broadning skies, Below the rivers shine. 1230 HAMLIN GARLAND: _Mounting._

=Mourning.=

We must all die! All leave ourselves, it matters not where, when, Nor how, so we die well: and can that man that does so Need lamentation for him? 1231 BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _Valentinian,_ Act iv., Sc. 4.

Ah, surely nothing dies but something mourns. 1232 BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto iii., St. 108.

=Murder.=

Murder most foul, as in the best it is; But this most foul, strange, and unnatural. 1233 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 5.

Murder may pass unpunish'd for a time, But tardy justice will o'ertake the crime. 1234 DRYDEN: _Cock and Fox,_ Line 285.

=Music.=

The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus: Let no such man be trusted. 1235 SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act v., Sc. 1.

Music's golden tongue Flatter'd to tears this aged man and poor. 1236 KEATS: _Eve of St. Agnes,_ St. 3.

Music has charms to soothe the savage breast, To soften rocks, or bend the knotted oak; I've read that things inanimate have mov'd, And, as with living souls, have been inform'd, By magic numbers and persuasive sound. 1237 CONGREVE: _Mourning Bride,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

Music the fiercest grief can charm, And fate's severest rage disarm. Music can soften pain to ease, And make despair and madness please; Our joys below it can improve, And antedate the bliss above. 1238 POPE: _Ode on St. Cecilia's Day,_ St. 7.

When Music, heavenly maid, was young, While yet in early Greece she sung, The Passions oft, to hear her shell, Throng'd around her magic cell, Exulting, trembling, raging, fainting, Possest beyond the Muse's painting. 1239 COLLINS: _The Passions,_ Line 1.

The soul of music slumbers in the shell, Till wak'd and kindled by the master's spell, And feeling hearts--touch them but rightly--pour A thousand melodies unheard before. 1240 ROGERS: _Human Life,_ Line 362.

A few can touch the magic string, And noisy Fame is proud to win them; Alas for those that never sing, But die with all their music in them! 1241 OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: _The Voiceless._

==N.==

=Name.=

What's in a name? That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet. 1242 SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

Who hath not owned, with rapture-smitten frame, The power of grace, the magic of a name? 1243 CAMPBELL: _Pl. of Hope,_ Pt. ii., Line 5.

=Nature.=

Nature ever yields reward To him who seeks, and loves her best. 1244 BARRY CORNWALL: _Above and Below._

O Nature, how fair is thy face, And how light is thy heart, and how friendless thy grace! 1245 OWEN MEREDITH: _Lucile,_ Pt. i., Canto v., St. 28.

To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware. 1246 WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _Thanatopsis._

=News--Newspapers.=

The first bringer of unwelcome news Hath but a losing office; and his tongue Sounds ever after as a sullen bell, Remember'd knolling a departing friend. 1247 SHAKS.: _2 Henry IV.,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

Evil news rides post, while good news baits. 1248 MILTON: _Samson Agonistes,_ Line 1538.

Turn to the press--its teeming sheets survey, Big with the wonders of each passing day; Births, deaths, and weddings, forgeries, fires, and wrecks, Harangues and hailstones, brawls and broken necks. 1249 SPRAGUE: _Curiosity._

=Newton.=

Nature and Nature's laws lay hid in night: God said, "Let Newton be!" and all was light. 1250 POPE: _Epitaph intended for Sir Isaac Newton._

Newton (that proverb of the mind), alas! Declared, with all his grand discoveries recent, That he himself felt only "like a youth Picking up shells by the great ocean--Truth." 1251 BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto vii., St. 5.

=New Year.=

The wave is breaking on the shore,-- The echo fading from the chime-- Again the shadow moveth o'er The dial-plate of time! 1252 WHITTIER: _The New Year._

=Niagara.=

Flow on for ever in thy glorious robe Of terror and of beauty; ... God hath set His rainbow on thy forehead; and the cloud Mantles around thy feet. 1253 MRS. SIGOURNEY: _Niagara._

=Night.=

Dark night, that from the eye his function takes, The ear more quick of apprehension makes. 1254 SHAKS.: _Mid. N. Dream,_ Act iii., Sc. 2.

Now began Night with her sullen wing to double-shade The desert; fowls in their clay nests were couch'd, And now wild beasts came forth, the woods to roam. 1255 MILTON: _Par. Regained,_ Bk. i., Line 409.

Awful Night! Ancestral mystery of mysteries. 1256 GEORGE ELIOT: _Spanish Gypsy,_ Bk. iv.

Night, night it is, night upon the palms. Night, night it is, the land wind has blown. Starry, starry night, over deep and height; Love, love in the valley, love all alone. 1257 ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON: _The Feast of Famine._

Night is the time to weep, To wet with unseen tears Those graves of memory where sleep The joys of other years. 1258 JAMES MONTGOMERY: _The Issues of Life and Death._

=Nightingale.=

The nightingale, if she should sing by day, When every goose is cackling, would be thought No better a musician than the wren. How many things by season season'd are To their right praise, and true perfection! 1259 SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act v., Sc. 1.

O Nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still, Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart dost fill. 1260 MILTON: _Sonnet 1._

=Nobility.=

Noble by birth, yet nobler by great deeds. 1261 LONGFELLOW: _Tales of a Wayside Inn. Emma and Eginhard._

For he who is honest is noble, Whatever his fortunes or birth. 1262 ALICE CARY: _Nobility._

=North.=

Ask where's the north? at York, 't is on the Tweed; In Scotland, at the Orcades; and there, At Greenland, Zembla, or the Lord knows where. 1263 POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. ii., Line 222.

=November.=

Next was November; he full gross and fat As fed with lard, and that right well might seem; For he had been a-fatting hogs of late, That yet his brows with sweat did reek and steam. 1264 SPENSER: _Faerie Queene,_ Bk. vii., Canto vii., St. 40.

In rattling showers dark November's rain, From every stormy cloud, descends amain. 1265 RUSKIN: _The Months._

=Numbers.=

As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came. 1266 POPE: _Prologue to the Satires,_ Line 127.

==O.==

=Oak.=

Those green-robed senators of mighty woods, Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars, Dream, and so dream all night without a stir. 1267 KEATS: _Hyperion,_ Bk. i.

A song to the oak, the brave old oak, Who hath ruled in the greenwood long! 1268 HENRY F. CHORLEY: _The Brave Old Oak._

=Oars.=

The oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes. 1269 SHAKS.: _Ant. and Cleo.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

=Oaths.=

'T is not the many oaths that make the truth; But the plain single vow, that is vow'd true. 1270 SHAKS.: _All 's Well,_ Act iv., Sc. 2.

Oaths were not purpos'd, more than law, To keep the good and just in awe, But to confine the bad and sinful, Like moral cattle, in a pinfold. 1271 BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. ii., Canto ii., Line 197.

=Obedience.=

Let them obey that know not how to rule. 1272 SHAKS.: _2 Henry VI.,_ Act v., Sc. 1.

Obedience is the Christian's crown. 1273 SCHILLER: _Fight with the Dragon,_ St. 24.

=Observation.=

For he is but a bastard to the time That doth not smack of observation. 1274 SHAKS.: _King John,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

=Ocean.=

Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean--roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin--his control Stops with the shore;--upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown. 1275 BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iv., St. 179.

One height Showed him the ocean, stretched in liquid light, And he could hear its multitudinous roar, Its plunge and hiss upon the pebbled shore. 1276 GEORGE ELIOT: _Legend of Jubal,_ Line 506.

=October.=

The sweet calm sunshine of October, now Warms the low spot; upon its grassy mould The purple oak-leaf falls; the birchen bough Drops its bright spoil like arrow-heads of gold. 1277 WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _October, 1866._

October's foliage yellows with his cold. 1278 RUSKIN: _The Months._

=Offence.=

In such a time as this, it is not meet That every nice offence should bear his comment. 1279 SHAKS.: _Jul. Cæsar,_ Act iv., Sc. 3.

And love the offender, yet detest the offence. 1280 POPE: _Eloisa to A.,_ Line 192.

=Old Age.=

Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty; For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility: Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly. 1281 SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 3.

When he is forsaken, Withered and shaken, What can an old man do but die? 1282 HOOD: _Ballad._

=Opinion.=

Opinion's but a fool, that makes us scan The outward habit by the inward man. 1283 SHAKS.: _Pericles,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

He that complies against his will Is of his own opinion still. 1284 BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. iii., Canto iii., Line 547.

=Opportunity.=

O Opportunity! thy guilt is great: 'T is thou that execut'st the traitor's treason; Thou sett'st the wolf where he the lamb may get; Whoever plots the sin, thou point'st the season; 'T is thou that spurn'st at right, at law, at reason. 1285 SHAKS.: _R. of Lucrece,_ Line 876.

=Oracle.=

I am Sir Oracle, And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark! 1286 SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

=Oratory.=

Thence to the famous orators repair, Those ancient, whose resistless eloquence Wielded at will that fierce democracy, Shook the Arsenal, and fulmined over Greece, To Macedon, and Artaxerxes' throne. 1287 MILTON: _Par. Regained,_ Bk. iv., Line 267.

=Order.=

Order is heav'n's first law; and this confest, Some are, and must be, greater than the rest, More rich, more wise; but who infers from hence That such are happier, shocks all common sense. 1288 POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. iv., Line 49.

=Ornament.=

Thus ornament is but the guiled shore To a most dangerous sea. 1289 SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act iii., Sc. 2.

=Owl.=

It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman, Which gives the stern'st good-night. 1290 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

==P.==

=Pain.=

Pain pays the income of each precious thing. 1291 SHAKS.: _R. of Lucrece,_ Line 334.

Pain is no longer pain when it is past. 1292 MARGARET J. PRESTON: _Sonnet._ _Nature's Lesson._

The sad mechanic exercise Like dull narcotics numbing pain. 1293 TENNYSON: _In Memoriam, Prologue,_ v., St. 2.

=Painter.=

With hue like that when some great painter dips His pencil in the gloom of earthquake and eclipse. 1294 SHELLEY: _Revolt of Islam,_ Canto v., St. 23.

=Palm.=

No hammers fell, no ponderous axes rung; Like some tall palm the mystic fabric sprung. 1295 HEBER: _Palestine._

=Pan.=

And they heard the words it said,-- "Pan is dead! great Pan is dead! Pan, Pan is dead!" 1296 MRS. BROWNING: _The Dead Pan._

=Pang.=

And even the pang preceding death Bids expectation rise. 1297 GOLDSMITH: _The Captivity,_ Act ii.

=Paradise.=

'T is sweet, as year by year we lose Friends out of sight, in faith to muse How grows in Paradise our store. 1298 KEBLE: _Burial of the Dead._

=Pardon.=

Forgiveness to the injured does belong; But they ne'er pardon who have done the wrong. 1299 DRYDEN: _Conquest of Granada,_ Pt. ii., Act i., Sc. 2.

=Parents.=

Great families of yesterday we show, And lords, whose parents were the Lord knows who. 1300 DEFOE: _True-Born Englishman,_ Pt. i., Line 1.

=Parting.=

What! gone without a word? Ay, so true love should do: it cannot speak; For truth hath better deeds, than words, to grace it. 1301 SHAKS.: _Two Gent. of V.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

They who go Feel not the pain of parting; it is they Who stay behind that suffer. 1302 LONGFELLOW: _Michael Angelo,_ Pt. I., i.

Such partings break the heart they fondly hope to heal. 1303 BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto i., St. 10.

=Passion.=

Fountain heads and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves. 1304 JOHN FLETCHER: _The Nice Valour,_ Act iii., Sc. 3.

Passions are likened best to floods and streams: The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb. 1305 SIR WALTER RALEIGH: _Silent Lover._

=Past, The.=