O name forever sad! forever dear!
Still breath'd in sighs, still usher'd with a tear.

POPE-Eloisa to Abelard. L. 31.

'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to

thousands;
But he that filches from me my good name
Robs me of that which not enriches him,
And makes me poor indeed.

Othello. Act III. Sc. 3. L. 157.

2

A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches.

Proverbs. XXII. 1.

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3

What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet. Romeo and Juliet, Act II. Sc. 2. L. 43. ("Name" is "word" in Folio, and quarto of 1609.) (See also TALMUD)

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Byzantine Logothete.
Term applied by ROOSEVELT to PRESIDENT

Wilson. Taken from HODGKIN's Italy and
Her Invaders, or BURY's Hist. of the Later
Roman Empire. The officials of Byzantium
were called Logothetes, “men of learning,”
"academic”; their foes were “barbarians.”
These men wrote notes to their foes, who
read the notes and conquered the empire.
Term defined by PROF. BASIL GILDERSLEEVE
as "a scrivener,” a subordinate who draws
up papers.” See N. Y. Tribune, Dec. 13,

1915. Your name hangs in my heart like a bell's tongue.

ROSTAND-Cyrano de Bergerac. Ich bin der Letzte meines Stamms; mein Name Endet mit mir.

I am the last of my race. My name ends with me. SCHILLER-Wilhelm Tell. II. 1. 100.

I do beseech youChiefly, that I might set it in my prayers What is your name?

Tempest. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 32.

I am thankful that my name is obnoxious to no pun.

SHENSTONE—Egotisms.

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5

Ye say they all have passed away,

That noble race and brave;
That their light canoes have vanished

From off the crested wave;
That mid the forests where they roamed

There rings no hunter's shout;
But their name is on your waters;

Ye may not wash it out.
LYDIA SIGOURNEY—Indian Names.

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6

And last of all an Admiral came,
A terrible man with a terrible name,-
A name which you all know by sight very well;
But which no one can speak, and no one can

spell.
SOUTHEY—The March to Moscow. St. 8.

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I would to God thou and I knew where a commodity of good names were

to be bought. Henry IV. Pt. I. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 92.

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Not without art, but yet to Nature true.

CHURCHILL-The Rosciad, L. 699.

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At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still,

And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove, When nought but the torrent is heard on the hill, And nought but the nightingale's song in the

grove. BEATTIE—The Hermit.

9 Nature too unkind; That made no medicine for a troubled mind! BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER—Philaster. Act

III. Sc. 1. 10 Rich with the spoils of nature. SIR THOMAS BROWNE-Religio Medici. Pt. XIII.

(See also Gray under TIME)

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There are no grotesques in nature; not anything framed to fill up empty cantons, and unnecessary spaces. SIR THOMAS BROWNE-Religio Medici. Pt.

XV.

All argument will vanish before one touch of nature. GEORGE COLMAN the Younger-Poor Gentle

man. Act V. 1.

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12

Nature, exerting an unwearied power,
Forms, opens, and gives scent to every flower;
Spreads the fresh verdure of the field, and leads
The dancing Naiads through the dewy meads.

COWPER—Table Talk. L. 690.

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Now nature is not at variance with art, nor art with nature, they being both servants of his providence: art is the perfection of nature; were the world now as it was the sixth day, there were yet a chaos; nature hath made one WO and art another. In brief, all things are artificial; for nature is the art of God. SIR THOMAS BROWNE-Religia Medici. Pt.

XVI. (See also YOUNG)

Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds,
Exhilarate the spirit, and restore
The tone of languid Nature.
COWPER—The Task. Bk. I. The Sofa. L.

187.

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E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries,
E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires.
GRAY-Elegy in a Country Churchyard. St. 23.

(See also CHAUCER under FIRE)

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What is bred in the bone will not come out of the flesh. Quoted by DEF0E-Further Adventures of

Robinson Crusoe. 2 Chassez le naturel, il revient au galop.

Drive the natural away, it returns at a gallop. DESTOUCHES-Glorieux. IV. 3. Idea in LA

FONTAINE–Fables. Bk. II. 18. Chassez les prejugés par la porte, ils rentreront par la fenêtre. As used by FREDERICK THE GREAT. Letter to VOLTAIRE. March 19, 1771.

(See also HORACE)

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Whate'er he did, was done with so much ease, In him alone 't was natural to please.

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

What Nature has writ with her lusty wit

Is worded so wisely and kindly
That whoever has dipped in her manuscript

Must up and follow her blindly.
Now the summer prime is her blithest rhyme

In the being and the seeming,
And they that have heard the overword

Know life's a dream worth dreaming.
HENLEY-Echoes. XXXIII.

(See also LONGFELLOW) That undefined and mingled hum, Voice of the desert never dumb!

HOGGVerses to Lady Anne Scott.

16 Naturam expellas furca, tamen usque recurrit.

You may turn nature out of doors with violence, but she will still return. HORACE—Epistles. I. 10. 24. (“Expelles" in some versions.)

(See also DESTOUCHES) Nunquam aliud Natura aliud Sapientia dicit.

Nature never says one thing, Wisdom another. JUVENAL—Satires. XIV. 321.

27.

By viewing nature, nature's handmaid, art, Makes mighty things from small beginnings

grow; Thus fishes first to shipping did impart,

Their tail the rudder, and their head the prow. DRYDEN—Annus Mirabilis. St. 155.

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Out of the book of Nature's learned breast. DU BARTAS-Divine Weekes and Workes. Second Week. Fourth Day. Bk. II. L. 566.

(See also LONGFELLOW) 7 Ever charming, ever new, When will the landscape tire the view?

JOHN DYER-Grongar Hill. L. 102.

No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.

KEATS—Hyperion. Bk. I. L. 7. Ye marshes, how candid and simple and nothing

with-holding and free Ye publish yourselves to the sky and offer your

selves to the sea! SIDNEY LANIER—Marshes of Glynn.

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Nature is a mutable cloud which is always and never the same.

EMERSON—Essays. First Series. History.

O what a glory doth this world put on
For him who, with a fervent heart, goes forth
Under the bright and glorious sky, and looks
On duties well performed, and days well spent!
For him the wind, ay, and the yellow leaves,
Shall have a voice, and give him eloquent teach-

ings.
LONGFELLOW-Autumn. L. 30.

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By fate, not option, frugal Nature gave
One scent to hyson and to wall-flower,
One sound to pine-groves and to water-falls,
One aspect to the desert and the lake.
It was her stern necessity: all things
Are of one pattern made; bird, beast, and flower,
Song, picture, form, space, thought, and char-

acter
Deceive us, seeming to be many things,
And are but one.

EMERSON-Xenophones.

10 Nature seems to wear one universal grin. HENRY FIELDING—Tom Thumb the Great. Act

I. Sc. 1.

And Nature, the old nurse, took

The child upon her knee, Saying: “Here is a story-book

Thy Father has written for thee." “Come, wander with me,” she said,

"Into regions yet untrod; And read what is still unread

In the manuscripts of God." LONGFELLOW-Fiftieth Birthday of Agassiz. (See also Du BARTAS, ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA)

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As distant prospects please us, but when near We find but desert rocks and fleeting air.

GARTH—The Dispensary. Canto III. L. 27.

12 To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art.

GOLDSMITH-Deserted Village. L. 253.

Some touch of Nature's genial glow.

SCOTT—Lord of the Isles. Canto III. St. 14.

2
Oh, Brignall banks are wild and fair,

And Greta woods are green,
And you may gather garlands there

Would grace a summer queen.

SCOTT-Rokeby. Canto III. St. 16. In Nature's infinite book of secrecy A little I can read. Antony and Cleopatra. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 9.

(See also LONGFELLOW) How hard it is to hide the sparks of Nature!

Cymbeline. Act III. Sc. 3. L. 79.

To hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to Nature; to shew virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.

Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 24.

A voice of greeting from the wind was sent;

The mists enfolded me with soft white arms; The birds did sing to lap me in content,

The rivers wove their charms, And every little daisy in the grass Did look up in my face, and smile to see me pass! R. H. STODDARD-Hymn to the Beautiful. St.

4.

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In the world's audience hall, the simple blade of grass sits on the same carpet with the sunbeams, and the stars of midnight.

RABINDRANATH TAGORE—Gardener. 74.

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Nothing in Nature is unbeautiful.

TENNYSON—Lover's Tale. L. 348.

Diseased Nature oftentimes breaks forth
In strange eruptions.

Henry IV. Pt. I. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 27.
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And Nature does require
Her times of preservation, which perforce
I, her frail son, amongst my brethren mortal,
Must give my tendance to.

Henry VIII. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 147.

8 One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.

Troilus and Cressida. Act III. Sc. 3. L. 175.

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Myriads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn,
The moan of doves in immemorial elms,
And murmuring of innumerable bees.

TENNYSON-Princess. Canto VII. L. 205.

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How sometimes Nature will betray its folly,
Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime
To harder bosoms!

Winter's Tale. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 151.

I care not, Fortune, what you me deny;

You cannot rob me of free Nature's grace, You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening

face; You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve. THOMSON—Castle of Indolence. Canto II. St.

3. 22 O nature! Enrich me with the knowledge of thy works; Snatch me to Heaven.

THOMSON-Seasons. Autumn. L. 1,352.

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Rocks rich in gems, and Mountains big with

mines, That on the high Equator, ridgy, rise, Whence many a bursting Stream auriferous plays.

THOMSON-Seasons. Summer. L. 646.

10 Yet nature is made better by no mean But nature makes that mean: so, over that art Which, you say, adds to nature, is an art That nature makes.

Winter's Tale. Act IV. Sc. 4. L. 89.

11 My banks they are furnish'd with bees,

Whose murmur invites one to sleep; My grottoes are shaded with trees,

And my hills are white over with sheep. SHENSTONE-A Pastoral Ballad. Pt. II. Hope. 12

Certainly nothing is unnatural that is not physically impossible.

R. B. SHERIDAN—The Critic. Act II. Sc. 1.

13 Yet neither spinnes, nor cards, ne cares nor fretts, But to her mother Nature all her care she letts.

SPENSER-Faerie Queene. Bk. II. Canto VI.

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For all that Nature by her mother-wit
Could frame in earth.
SPENSER—Faerie Queene. Bk. IV. Canto X.

St. 21.
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What more felicitie can fall to creature
Than to enjoy delight with libertie,
And to be lord of all the workes of Nature,