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Why thus longing, thus forever sighing
Say that she frown; I'll say she looks as clear For the far-off, unattain'd, and dim,
As morning roses newly wash'd with dew. While the beautiful all round thee lying
Taming of the Shrew. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 173. Offers up its low, perpetual hymn?
16 HARRIET W. SEWALL-Why Thus Longing. 'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white 2
Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on. Beauty comes, we scarce know how, as an Twelfth Night. Act I, Sc. 5. L. 257. emanation from sources deeper than itself.
17 SHAIRP-Studies in Poetry and Philosophy. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple: Moral Motive Power.
If the ill spirit have so fair a house, 3
Good things will strive to dwell with't.
Tempest. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 458.
18 Antony and Cleopatra. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 202.
A lovely lady, garmented in light
From her own beauty. Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold.
SHELLEY—The Witch of Atlas. St. 5. As You Like It. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 112.
She died in beauty-like a rose blown from its 5 Heaven bless thee!
parent stem. Thou hast the sweetest face I ever looked on;
CHARLES DOYNE SILLERY—She Died in Beauty. Sir, as I have a soul, she is an angel. Henry VIII. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 43.
O beloved Pan, and all ye other gods of this
place, grant me to become beautiful in the inner Of Nature's gifts thou may'st with lilies boast And with the half-blown rose.
SOCRATES. In PLATO's Phædrus. End. King John. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 53. 7
For all that faire is, is by nature good; Beauty is brought by judgment of the eye, That is a signe to know the gentle blood. Not utter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues.
SPENSER—An Hymne in Honour of Beauty. Love's Labour's Lost. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 15. L. 139.
8 Beauty doth varnish age.
Her face so faire, as flesh it seemed not, Love's Labour's Lost. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 244.
But heavenly pourtraict of bright angels' hew,
Cleare as the skye withouten blame or blot, Beauty is a witch,
Through goodly mixture of complexion's dew. Against whose charms faith melteth into blood.
SPENSER-Faerie Queene. Canto III. St. 22. Much Ado About Nothing. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 186.
They seemed to whisper: "How handsome she is!
What wavy tresses! what sweet perfume! I'll not shed her blood;
Under her mantle she hides her wings; Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow,
Her flower of a bonnet is just in bloom." And smooth as monumental alabaster.
E. C. STEDMAN—Translation. Jean ProuOthello. Act V. Sc. 2. L. 3.
vaire's Song at the Barricade. 11 Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good;
She wears a rose in her hair, A shining gloss that fadeth suddenly;
At the twilight's dreamy close: A flower that dies when first it ’gins to bud;
Her face is fair,-how fair A brittle glass that's broken presently;
Under the rose!
R. H. STODDARD—Under the Rose.
Fortuna facies muta commendatio est.
A pleasing countenance is a silent commenO, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
dation. It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night,
SYRUS-Maxims. Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear:
26 Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
A daughter of the gods, divinely tall, Romeo and Juliet. Act I. Sc. 5. L. 46.
And most divinely fair. (Later editions read: “Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night.)
TENNYSON—Dream of Fair Women. St. 22.
(See also MILTON)
27 13 Her beauty makes
How should I gauge what beauty is her dole, This vault a feasting presence full of light. Who cannot see her countenance for her soul, Romeo and Juliet. Act V. Sc. 3. L. 85.
As birds see not the casement for the sky? 14
And as 'tis check they prove its presence by, 0, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem I know not of her body till I find By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! My flight debarred the heaven of her mind. Sonnet LIV.
FRANCIS THOMPSON-Her Portrait. St. 9.
Whose body other ladies well might bear
Pinxit." St. 3.
What's female beauty, but an air divine,
YOUNG-Love of Fame. Satire VI. L. 151.
Whose form is as a grove Hushed with the cooing of an unseen dove. FRANCIS THOMPSON "Manus Animam
Pinrit." St. 3. 3 Thoughtless of beauty, she was Beauty's self.
THOMSON-Seasons. Autumn. L. 209. All the beauty of the world, 'tis
but skin deep. RALPH VENNING–Orthodoxe Paradoxes. (Third
Edition, 1650) The Triumph of Assurance.
P. 41. (See also HENRY)
Even virtue is fairer when it appears in a beautiful person. VERGIL-Æneid. V. 344.
Trust not too much to beauty.
(See also OLDHAM)
Théâtre des ris et des pleurs
In bed we laugh, in bed we cry;
To rise with the lark, and go to bed with the lamb. NICHOLAS BRETON—Court and County. (1618
reprint.) P. 183. 19 Like feather-bed betwixt a wall And heavy brunt of cannon ball.
BUTLER—Hudibras. Pt. I. Canto II. L. 871.
20 O bed! O bed! delicious bed! That heaven upon earth to the weary head.
HooD—Miss Kilmansegg. Her Dream.
21 Rise with the lark and with the lark to bed.
JAMES HURDIS—The Village Curate.
The bed has become a place of luxury to me! I would not exchange it for all the thrones in the world.
The yielding marble of her snowy breast. WALLER-On a Lady Passing through a Crowd
of People. Beauty is its own excuse. WHITTIER-Dedication to Songs of Labor.
(Copied from EMERSON.) 10 Elysian beauty, melancholy grace, Brought from a pensive, though a happy place.
WORDSWORTH-She was a Phantom of Delight. Alas! how little can a moment show
Of an eye where feeling plays
In ten thousand dewy rays;
13 And beauty born of murmuring sound. WORDSWORTH-Three Years She Grew in Sun
Whose veil is unremoved
And the lover is beloved.
of Angels Sing.
BEE The honey-bee that wanders all day long The field, the woodland, and the garden o'er, To gather in his fragrant winter store, Humming in calm content his winter song, Seeks not alone the rose's glowing breast, The lily's dainty cup, the violet's lips, But from all rank and noxious weeds he sips The single drop of sweetness closely pressed Within the poison chalice. ANNE C. LYNCH BOTTA—The Lesson of the
Burly, dozing humblebee,
Which pillage they with merry march bring
home. Henry V. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 188.
The solitary Bee Whose buzzing was the only sound of life,
Flew there on restless wing, Seeking in vain one blossom where to fix.
SOUTHEY—Thalaba. Bk. VI. St. 13.
13 The little bee returns with evening's gloom,
To join her comrades in the braided hive, Where, housed beside their mighty honey-comb,
They dream their polity shall long survive. CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER-A Summer
Night in the Bee Hive.
Seeing only what is fair, Sipping only what is sweet,
Leave the chaff, and take the wheat.
The careful insect 'midst his works I view,
Gar-Rural Sports. Canto I. L. 82.
How doth the little busy bee
Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day
From every opening flower.
Bees work for man, and yet they never bruise Their Master's flower, but leave it having
done, As fair as ever and as fit to use;
So both the flower doth stay and honey run. HERBERT—The Church. Providence.
The wild Bee reels from bough to bough
With his furry coat and his gauzy wing, Now in a lily cup, and now Setting a jacinth bell a-swing,
In his wandering. OSCAR WILDE-Her Voice.
"O bees, sweet bees!" I said; "that nearest field Is shining white with fragrant immortelles. Fly swiftly there and drain those honey wells."
HELEN HUNT JACKSON—My Bees. 7
Listen! O, listen! Here ever hum the golden bees Underneath full-blossomed trees, At once with glowing fruit and flowers crowned.
LOWELL—The Sirens. L. 94.
And often, to our comfort, shall we find
Cymbeline. Act III. Sc. 3. L. 19.
And the poor beetle that we tread upon,
Measure for Measure. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 79.
As busie as a Bee.
LYLY-Euphues and his England. P. 252.
The bee is enclosed, and shines preserved, in a tear of the sisters of Phaëton, so that it seems enshrined in its own nectar. It has obtained a worthy reward for its great toils; we may suppose that the bee itself would have desired such a death. MARTIAL-Epigrams. Bk. IV. Ep. 32. (For
same idea see ANT, FLY, SPIDER; also POPE,
under WONDERS.) 10 In the nice bee, what sense so subtly true From pois'nous herbs extracts the healing dew? POPE—Essay on Man. Ep. I. 219.
For so work the honey-bees, Creatures that by a rule in nature teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom. They have a king and officers of sorts, Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds,
Let the back and side go bare.
Old English Folk Song. In CECIL SHARPE'S
Folk Songs from Somerset. 20 Beggars must be no choosers. BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER-Scornful Lady.
Act V. Sc. 3. Homer himself must beg if he want means, and as by report sometimes he did "go from door to door and sing ballads, with a company of boys about him.” BURTON—Anatomy of Melancholy. Pt. I. Sec.
II. Mem. 4. Subsect. 6.
Incipe quidquid agas: pro toto est prima operis pars.
Begin whatever you have to do: the beginning of a work stands for the whole. AUSONIUS—Idyllia. XII. Inconnexa. 5.
Il n'y a que le premier obstacle qui coûte à vaincre la pudeur.
It is only the first obstacle which counts to conquer modesty. BOSSUET—Pensées Chrétiennes et Morales. LX.
(See also Du DEFFAND) Omnium rerum principia parva sunt.
The beginnings of all things are small.
Set a beggar on horseback, and he will ride a
gallop. BURTON—Anatomy of Melancholy. Pt. II.
Sec. III. Memb. 2. 2 Set a beggar on horse backe, they saie, and hee
will neuer alight. ROBERT GREENE—Card of Fancie. HEYWOOD
-Dialogue. CLAUDIANUS-Eutropium. I. 181. SHAKESPEARE—True Tragedy of Richard, Duke of York. Sc. 3. Henry VI. IV. 1. BEN JONSON-Staple of News. Act IV. See also collection of same in BEBEL-Proverbia Germanica, Suringar's ed. (1879) No.
537. (See also BURTON) 3 To get thine ends, lay bashfulnesse aside; Who feares to aske, doth teach to be deny'd. HERRICK—No Bashfulnesse in Begging.
(See also SENECA) Mieux vaut goujat debout qu'empereur enterré.
Better a living beggar than a buried emperor. LA FONTAINE-La Matrone d'Ephèse.
5 Borgen ist nicht viel besser als betteln.
Borrowing is not much better than begging.
Der wahre Bettler ist
The real beggar is indeed the true and only king. LESSING-Nathan der Weise. II. 9.
GOLDSMITH from "A Liveried Servant,” etc.) 9 Qui timide rogat, Docet negare.
He who begs timidly courts a refusal.
(See also HERRICK)
Hamlet. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 281.
(See also GREENE)
In omnibus negotiis prius quam aggrediare, adhibenda est præparatio diligens. "
In all matters, before beginning, a diligent preparation should be made. CICERO—De Officiis. I. 21.
La distance n'y fait rien; il n'y a que le premier pas qui coûte.
The distance is nothing; it is only the first step that costs. MME. DEFFAND-Letter to d'Alembert,
July 7, 1763. See also GIBBON—Decline and
(See also BOSSUET, VOLTAIRE) Et redit in nihilum quod fuit ante nihil.
It began of nothing and in nothing it ends. CORNELIUS GALLUS. Translated by BURTON
in Anat. Melan. (1621) Dimidium facti qui cæpit habet.
What's well begun, is half done.
I see, Sir, you are liberal in offers:
Merchant of Venice. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 437.
Deficit omne quod nascitur.
Everything that has a beginning comes to an end. QUINTILIAN–De Institutione Oratoria. V. 10.
O thou, whose days are yet all spring,
Faith, blighted once, is past retrieving; Experience is a dumb, dead thing;
The victory's in believing.
The years of slavery are past,
National Anthem. Written during the
They believed—faith, I'm puzzled--I think I
LOWELL-Fable for Critics. L. 851.
A man may be a heretic in the truth; and if he believe things only because his pastor says so, or the assembly so determines, without knowing other reason, though his belief be true, yet the very truth he holds becomes his heresy.
Nothing is so firmly believed as what we least know. MONTAIGNE—Essays. Of Divine Ordinances.
Bk. I. Ch. XXXI. 19 Tarde quæ credita lædunt credimus.
We are slow to believe what if believed would hurt our feelings. OviD-Heroides. II. 9.
Incrédules les plus crédules. Ils croient les miracles de Vespasien, pour ne pas croire ceux de Moïse.
The incredulous are the most credulous. They believe the miracles of Vespasian that they may not believe those of Moses. PASCAL-Pensées. II. XVII. 120.
Fere libenter homines id, quod volunt, credunt.
Men willingly believe what they wish.
(See also YOUNG) No iron chain, or outward force of any kind, could ever compel the soul of man to believe
And when religious sects ran mad,
He held, in spite of all his learning,
It will not be improved by burning.
The Vicar. St. 9.