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Their tables were stor'd full, to glad the sight,
And not so much to feed on as delight:
All poverty was scorn'd, and pride so great,
The name of help grew odious to repeat.

Pericles. Act I. Sc. 4. L. 28.

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Thunder on! Stride on! Democracy. Strike

with vengeful strokes. WALT WHITMAN-Drum-Taps. Rise 0 Days

From Your Fathomless Deep. No. 3. But the right is more precious than peace, and we shall fight for the things which we have always carried nearest our hearts—for democracy, for the right of those who submit to authority to have a voice in their own Governments, for the rights and liberties of small nations, for a universal dominion of right by such a concert of free peoples as shall bring peace and safety to all nations and make the world itself at last free. WOODROW WILSON—Address to Congress. April 2, 1917.

(See also under WAR) I believe in Democracy because it releases the energies of every human being. WOODROW WILSON–At the Workingman's Din

ner, New York, Sept. 4, 1912. The world must be made safe for democracy. Its peace must be planted upon the tested foundations of political liberty. We have no selfish ends to serve. We desire no conquest, no dominion. We seek no indemnities for ourselves, no material compensation for the sacrifices we shall freely make. We are but one of the champions of the rights of mankind. We shall be satisfied when those rights have been made as secure as the faith and the freedom of nations can make them. WOODROW WILSON,Address to Congress.

April 2, 1917. (State of War with
Germany)

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Le Césarisme, c'est la démocratie sans la liberté.

Cæsarism is democracy without liberty. TAXILE DELORD-L'Histoire du Second Em

pire.

8

The world is weary of statesmen whom democracy has degraded into politicians.

BENJ. DISRAELI-Lothair. Ch. XVII.

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Democracy is on trial in the world, on a more colossal scale than ever before. CHARLES FLETCHER DOLE—The Spirit of

Democracy.
Drawn to the dregs of a democracy.

DRYDEN—Absalom and Achitopel. Pt. I. L.

DENTISTRY
My curse upon thy venom'd stang,
That shoots my tortured gums alang;
And through my lugs gies monie a twang,

Wi' gnawing vengeance,
Tearing my nerves wi' bitter pang,

Like racking engines!
BURNS--Address to the Toothache.

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227.

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We grow like flowers, and bear desire,
The odor of the human flowers.
R. H. STODDARD—The Squire of Low Degree.

The Princess Answers. I. L. 13.

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In the spyght of his tethe.
SKELTON-Why Come Ye nat to Courte. L. 939

DESIRE
6

Passing into higher forms of desire, that which slumbered in the plant, and fitfully stirred in the beast, awakes in the man. HENRY GEORGE-Progress and Poverty. Bk.

II. Ch. 3. 7 Nil cupientium Nudus castra peti.

Naked I seek the camp of those who desire nothing. HORACE—Carmina. Bk. III. 16. 22.

8 The thing we long for, that we are For one transcendent moment.

LOWELL-Longing. Nitimur in vetitum semper, cupimusque negata.

We are always striving for things forbidden, and coveting those denied us. OVID-Amorum. III. 4. 17.

10 Velle suum cuique est, nec voto vivitur uno.

Each man has his own desires; all do not possess the same inclinations. PERSIUS-Satires. V. 53.

11 As the hart panteth after the water-brooks.

Psalms. XLII. 1. Oh! could I throw aside these earthly bands That tie me down where wretched mortals sighTo join blest spirits in celestial lands! PETRARCH-To Laura in Death. Sonnet XLV. 13

I have Immortal longings in me.

Antony and Cleopatra. Act V. Sc. 2. L. 282.

14 I do desire we may be better strangers.

As You Like It. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 274.

15 Can one desire too much of a good thing?

As You Like It. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 123. 16

Methinks I have a great desire to a tle of hay: good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow. Midsummer Night's Dream. Act IV. Sc. 1.

L. 36.

DESOLATION
None are so desolate but something dear,
Dearer than self, possesses or possess'd
A thought, and claims the homage of a tear.

BYRON—Childe Harold. Canto II. St. 24.

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Desolate-Life is so dreary and desolate
Women and men in the crowd meet and mingle,
Yet with itself every soul standeth single,
Deep out of sympathy moaning its moan-
Holding and having its brief exultation-
Making its lonesome and low lamentation-
Fighting its terrible conflicts alone.

ALICE CARY-Life.
No one is so accursed by fate,
No one so utterly desolate,

But some heart, though unknown,
Responds unto his own.
LONGFELLOW--Endymion.

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Abomination of desolation.

Matthew. XXIV. 15; Mark. XIII. 14.

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My desolation does begin to make
A better life.

Antony and Cleopatra. Act V. Sc. 2. L. 1

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Stood up, the strongest and the fiercest spirit That fought in heaven, now fiercer by despair.

MILTON--Paradise Lost. Bk. II. L. 44.

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Life treads on life, and heart on heart;
We press too close in church and mart
To keep a dream or grave apart.
E. B. BROWNING-A Vision of Poets. Con-

clusion. 21

There are certain events which to each man's life are as comets to the earth, seemingly strange and erratic portents; distinct from the ordinary lights which guide our course and mark our seasons, yet true to their own laws, potent in their own influences. BULWER-LYTTON—What Will He do with It?

Bk. II. Ch. XIV.

Thus repuls’d, our final hope Is flat despair.

MILTON—Paradise Lost. Bk. II. L. 141.

Desperatio magnum ad honeste moriendum incitamentum.

Despair is a great incentive to honorable death. QUINTUS CURTIUS RUFUS-De Rebus Gestis

Alexandri Magni. IX. 5. 6.

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And all the bustle of departure sometimes sad, sometimes intoxicating—just as fear or hope may be inspired by the new chances of coming destiny. MADAME DE STAËLCorinne. Bk. X. Ch.

VI.

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Imperious Cæsar, dead and turn'd to clay,
Might stop a hole to keep the wind away:
0, that that earth, which kept the world in awe,
Should patch a wall to expel the winter's flaw! .
Hamlet. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 234.

(See also TENNYSON)
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Let Hercules himself do what he may,
The cat will mew and dog will have his day.

Hamlet. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 315.

12 We shall be winnow'd with so rough a wind That even our corn shall seem as light as chaff, And good from bad find no partition.

Henry IV. Pt. II. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 194.

And from his ashes may be made
The violet of his native land.
TENNYSON-In Memoriam. XVIII. St. 1.

(See also HAMLET) 26 Thou cam'st not to thy place by accident, It is the very place God meant for thee; And should'st thou there small room for action

see, Do not for this give room for discontent.

ARCHBISHOP TRENCH-Sonnet.

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Here burns my candle out; ay, here it dies, Which, whiles it lasted, gave King Henry light.

Henry VI. Pt. III. Act II. Sc. 6. L. 1.

Quisque suos patimur manes.

We bear each one our own destiny.
VERGIL-Æneid. VI. 743.