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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

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.


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

Proverbs. XXII. 1.



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)


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.
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.






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.



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

SOUTHEYThe 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.


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 FLETCHERPhilaster. 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.


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

man. Act V. 1.



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.

COWPERTable Talk. L. 690.


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.
COWPERThe Task. Bk. I. The Sofa. L.



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)


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)


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.

(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.


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.

KEATSHyperion. 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.




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

EMERSONEssays. 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-

LONGFELLOW-Autumn. L. 30.


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-

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


10 Nature seems to wear one universal grin. HENRY FIELDINGTom 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)



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

GARTHThe 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.

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Scarce knowing if we wish to go or stay,
Being too full of sleep to understand

And not from Nature up to Nature's God, How far the unknown transcends the what But down from Nature's God look Nature we know.

through. LONGFELLOW-Nature. L. 9.


of Domestic Life. 1 No tears

(See also POPE) Dim the sweet look that Nature wears.

LONGFELLOW-Sunrise on the Hills. L. 35. There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet 2

As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters Nature with folded hands seemed there,

meet. Kneeling at her evening prayer!

MOORE—The Meeting of the Waters.
LONGFELLOW-Voices of the Night. Prelude.
St. 11.

And we, with Nature's heart in tune,

Concerted harmonies.
I'm what I seem; not any dyer gave,

WM. MOTHERWELL-Jeannie Morrison.
But nature dyed this colour that I have.
MARTIAL-Epigrams. Bk. XIV. Ep. 133. Eye Nature's walks, shoot folly as it flies,
Trans. by WRIGHT.

And catch the manners living as they rise.

POPE-Essay on Man. Ep. I. L. 13. O maternal earth which rocks the fallen leaf to sleep!

Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise;
E. L. MASTERS-Spoon River Anthology. My footstool Earth, my canopy the skies.
Washington McNeely.

POPE-Essay on Man. Ep. I. L. 139.
But on and up, where Nature's heart
Beats strong amid the hills.

All are but parts of one stupendous whole, RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES (Lord Hough

Whose body Nature is, and God the soul; ton)—Tragedy of the Lac de Gaube. St. 2.

That chang'd thro' all

, and yet in all the same,

Great in the earth as in th' ethereal frame; Beldam Nature.

Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, MILTON—At a Vacation Exercise in the College. Lives thro' all life, extends thro' all extent,

Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees; 1. 48.

Spreads undivided, operates unspent; 7 Wherefore did Nature pour her bounties forth

Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, With such a full and unwithdrawing hand,

As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart.
Covering the earth with odours, fruits,and flocks,

POPEEssay on Man. Ep. I. L. 267.
Thronging the seas with spawn innumerable,
But all to please and sate the curious taste?

See plastic Nature working to this end,
MILTON—Comus. L. 710.

The single atoms each to other tend,

Attract, attracted to, the next in place
And live like Nature's bastards, not her sons. Form'd and impell'd its neighbor to embrace.
MILTON—Comus. L. 727.

POPE-Essay on Man. Ep. III. L. 9.
Into this wild abyss,
The womb of Nature and perhaps her grave.

Slave to no sect, who takes no private road, MILTON--Paradise Lost. Bk. II. L. 910.

But looks through Nature up to Nature's God.

POPE-Essay on Man. Ep. IV. L.331. (Ver10 Thus with the year

batim from BOLINGBROKE—Letters to Pope, Seasons return, but not to me returns

according to WARTON.) Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn,

(See also MONTGOMERY) Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose,

22 Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine; Ut natura dedit, sic omnis recta figura. But cloud instead, and ever-during dark

Every form as nature made it is correct. Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men PROPERTIUSElegiæ. II. 18. 25. Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank

Naturæ sequitur semina quisque suæ. Of Nature's works to me expunged and rased, Every one follows the inclinations of his own And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out. nature.

MILTON-Paradise Lost. Bk. III. L. 40. PROPERTIUS—Elegiæ. III. 9. 20. And liquid lapse of murmuring streams.

Natura abhorret vacuum. MILTON-Paradise Lost. Bk. VIII. L. 263. Nature abhors a vacuum. 12

RABELAIS–Gargantua. Ch. V. Accuse not Nature, she hath done her part;

(See also CICERO) Do thou but thine!

Milton-Paradise Lost. Bk. VIII. L. 561. Der Schein soll nie die Wirklichkeit erreichen 13

Und siegt Natur, so muss die Kunst entweichen. Let us a little permit Nature to take her own The ideal should never touch the real; way; she better understands her own affairs than When nature conquers, Art must then give way. we.

SCHILLER. TO GOETHE when he put VolMONTAIGNE-Essays. Experience,

TAIRE's Mahomet on the Stage. St. 6.









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Some touch of Nature's genial glow.

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

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.





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



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.

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.


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.


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. THOMSONCastle 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.


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. SHERIDANThe 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.

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

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

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