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OATHS (See also SWEARING, Vows) 1
Oaths were not purpos’d, more than law,
To keep the Good and Just in awe,
But to confine the Bad and Sinful, Here's health and renown to his broad green
Like mortal cattle in a penfold. crown,
BUTLER-Hudibras. Pt. II. Canto II. L. And his fifty arms so strong.
197. There's fear in his frown when the Sun goes
down, And the fire in the West fades out;
He that imposes an Oath makes it,
Not he that for Convenience takes it.
Then how can any man be said
To break an oath he never made? H. F. CHORLEY—The Brave Old Oak.
BUTLER—Hudibras. Pt. II. Canto II. L. 2
377. The oak, when living, monarch of the wood; The English oak, which, dead, commands the flood.
I will take my corporal oath on it.
CERVANTES-Don Quixote. Pt. I. Bk. IV. CHURCHILL-Gotham. I. 303.
Ch. X. 3 Old noted oak! I saw thee in a mood
Juravi lingua, mentem injuratam gero. Of vague indifference; and yet with me
I have sworn with my tongue, but my mind Thy memory, like thy fate, hath lingering stood
is unsworn. For years, thou hermit, in the lonely sea
CICERO—De Officiis. III. 29. Of grass that waves around thee!
JOHN CLARE—The Rural Muse. Burthorp Oak. 4
They fix attention, heedless of your pain, The monarch oak, the patriarch of the trees,
With oaths like rivets forced into the brain; Shoots rising up, and spreads by slow degrees.
And e'en when sober truth prevails throughout, Three centuries he grows, and three he stays
They swear it, till affirmance breeds a doubt. Supreme in state; and in three more decays.
COWPER—Conversation. L. 63. DRYDEN-Palamon and Arcite. Bk. III. L. 1,058.
And hast thou sworn on every slight pretence, 5
Till perjuries are common as bad pence, Tall oaks from little acorns grow.
While thousands, careless of the damning sin, DAVID EVERETT-Lines for a School Decla Kiss the book's outside, who ne'er look'd within? mation.
COWPER—Expostulation. L. 384. The oaks with solemnity shook their heads;
In lapidary inscriptions a man is not upon oath. The twigs of the birch-trees, in token
SAMUEL JOHNSON—Boswell's Life of Johnson. Of warning, nodded, -and I exclaim'd:
(1775) "Dear Monarch, forgive what I've spoken!" HEINE—Songs. Germany. Caput XVII.
I take the official oath to-day with no mental 7 Those green-robed senators of mighty woods,
reservations and with no purpose to construe Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars,
the Constitution by any hypercritical rules.
LINCOLN—First” Inaugural Address. March Dream, and so dream all night without a stir.
4, 1861. KEATS—Hyperion. Bk. I. L. 73. The tall Oak, towering to the skies,
You can have no oath registered in heaven to The fury of the wind defies,
destroy the Government; while I shall have the From age to age, in virtue strong.
most solemn one to "preserve, protect, and Inured to stand, and suffer wrong.
defend" it. MONTGOMERY—The Oak.
LINCOLN—First Inaugural Address. March
4, 1861. There grewe an aged tree on the greene; A goodly Oake sometime had it bene,
He that sweareth to his own hurt and changeth With armes full strong and largely displayed,
not. But of their leaves they were disarayde
Psalms. XV. 4. The bodie bigge, and mightely pight, Thoroughly rooted, and of wond'rous hight; 'Tis not the many oaths that makes the truth, Whilome had bene the king of the field,
But the plain single vow that is vow'd true. And mochell mast to the husband did yielde, All's Well That Ends Well. Act IV. Sc. 2. And with his nuts larded many swine:
L. 21 But now the gray mosse marred his rine;
Trust none; His bared boughes were beaten with stormes, For oaths are straws, men's faiths are waferHis toppe was bald, and wasted with wormes, cakes, His honour decayed, his braunches sere. And hold-fast is the only dog.
SPENSER Shepheard's Callender. Februarie. Henry V. Act II. Sc. 3. L. 52.
Tis the same, with common natures,
Journey to Scotland.
JUVENAL—Third Satire. Trans. by GIFFORD.
OBLIVION (See also FORGETFULNESS)
All sciences a fasting Monsieur knows;
And bid him go to hell-to hell he goes. JUVENAL-- Third Satire, Paraphrased by
JOHNSON–London. 13 No nice extreme a true Italian knows; But bid him go to hell, to hell he goes. JUVENAL-Third Satire. Paraphrased by
PHILLIPS, in a letter to the king in reference to the Italian witnesses at the trial of
QUEEN CAROLINE. Obedience is the key to every door. GEORGE MACDONALD—The Marquis of Lossie.
Oblivion is not to be hired.
Sir THOMAS BROWNE-Hydriotaphia. Ch. V. 26
For those sacred powers Tread on oblivion: no desert of ours Can be entombed in their celestial breasts. WM. BROWNE-Britannia's Pastorals. Bk.
III. Song II. St. 23. 27 It is not in the storm nor in the strife
We feel benumb'd, and wish to be no more,
But in the after-silence on the shore, When all is lost, except a little life. BYRON-Lines on Hearing that Lady Byron
was IU. L. 9.
Without oblivion, there is no remembrance possible. When both oblivion and memory are wise, when the general soul of man is clear,
melodious, true, there may come a modern Iliad | Swept from the earth and blotted from his mind, as memorial of the Past.
There, secret in the grave, he bade them lie, CARLYLE—Cromwell's Letters and Speeches. And grieved they could not 'scape the Almighty Introduction. Ch. I.
SAMUEL MADDEN-Boulter's Monument. And o'er the past oblivion stretch her wing. HOMER— Odyssey. Bk. XXIV. L. 557. The palpable obscure. POPE's trans.
MILTON—Paradise Lost. Bk. II. L. 406. 2
He shall return no more to his house, neither Bene qui latuit, bene vixit. shall his place know him any more.
He who has lived obscurely and quietly has Job. VII. 10.
lived well. 3
OVID——Tristium. III. 4. 25.
Ut sæpe summa ingenia in occulto latent! SENECA—Epistles. 94. Quoting from an old How often the highest talent lurks in obscurity! poet, also found in SYRUS.
PLAUTUS—Captivi. I. 2. 62.
17 What's past and what's to come is strew'd with How happy is the blameless vestal's lot! husks
The world forgetting, by the world forgot. And formless ruin of oblivion.
POPE-Eloisa to Abelard. L. 207. Troilus and Cressida. Act IV. Sc. 5. L. 166. 5
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown, Eo magis præfulgebant quod non videbantur. Thus unlamented let me die;
They shone forth the more that they were Steal from the world, and not a stone not seen.
Tell where I lie.
Yet was he but a squire of low degree.
VII. St. 15.
Eo magis præfulgebat quod non videbatur. FRANCIS THOMPSON-"Manus Animam Pinx He shone with the greater splendor, because it." St. 2.
he was not seen. OBSCURITY
TACITUS-Annales. III. 76. Content thyself to be obscurely good.
She dwelt among the untrodden ways ADDISON—Cato. Act IV. Sc. 4.
Beside the springs of Dove, 8
A maid whom there were none to praise I give the fight up; let there be an end,
And very few to love. A privacy, an obscure nook for me,
WORDSWORTH-She Dwelt Among the UntrodI want to be forgotten even by God.
den Ways. ROBERT BROWNING—Paracelsus. Pt. V.
OCCUPATION (See also LABOR, WORK, and Like beauteous flowers which vainly waste their
Different OCCUPATIONS) scent Of odours in unhaunted deserts.
I hold every man a debtor to his profession; CHAMBERLAYNE–Pharonida. Part II. Bk. IV. from the which as men of course do seek to re(See also GRAY, also Young under NATURE,
ceive countenance and profit, so ought they of POPE under Rose, CHURCHILL under
duty to endeavor themselves, by way of amends, SWEETNESS)
to be a help and ornament thereunto. 10
BACON-Maxims of the Law. Preface. As night the life-inclining stars best shows, So lives obscure the starriest souls disclose. Quam quisque novit artem, in hac se exerceat. GEORGE CHAPMAN-Hymns and Epigrams of Let a man practise the profession which he
Homer. The Translator's Epilogue. L. 74. best knows. 11
CICERO — Tusculanarum Disputationum. 1. Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
18. And waste its sweetness on the desert air. GRAY-Elegy in a Country Churchyard. St. 14. The ugliest of trades have their moments of (See also CHAMBERLAYNE)
pleasure. Now, if I were a grave-digger, or even 12
a hangman, there are some people I could work Yet still he fills affection's eye,
for with a great deal of enjoyment. Obscurely wise, and coarsely kind.
DOUGLAS JERROLD - Jerrold's Wit. Ugly SAMUEL JOHNSON-On the Death of Robert Le Trades.
And sure the Eternal Master found Some write their wrongs in marble: he more just, The single talent well employ'd. Stoop'd down serene and wrote them on the dust, SAMUEL JOHNSON-On the Death of Robert Trod under foot, the sport of every wind,
Levet. St. 7.
We hear the sea. The Sea? It is the blood
In our own veins, impetuous and near. EUGENE LEE HAMILTON-Sonnet. Sea-shell
Murmurs. (See also LANDOR, WEBB, WORDSWORTH, also
HOLLAND under Music)
And murmurs as the ocean murmurs there. WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR-Gebir. Bk. V.
(See also HAMILTON)
The sea appears all golden
Beneath the sun-lit sky.
phina. No. 15.
On a stern and rock-bound coast,
Their giant branches toss'd.
Pilgrim Fathers in New England.
HERBERT-Jacula Prudentum. Of the loud resounding sea.
HOMER—Iliad. Bk. IX. 182. Whilst breezy waves toss up their silvery spray.
Hood-Ode to the Moon.
6 Quoth the Ocean, "Dawn! O fairest, clearest,
Touch me with thy golden fingers bland;
For the lovely land."
Isaiah. XXI. 1.
8 Come o'er the moonlit sea, The waves are brightly glowing.
CHARLES JEFFERYS—The Moonlit Sea.
The land is dearer for the sea,
LUCY LARCOM—On the Beach. St. 11.
16 "Would'st thou,”-so the helmsman answe
swered, "Learn the secret of the sea? Only those who brave its dangers
Comprehend its mystery!"
Upon the land, and safely for to see How other folks are tossed on the seas
That with the blustering winds turmoiled be. LUCRETIUS. Translated from AMYOT's
Introduction to Plutarch, by SIR THOMAS
(See also GRAY)
JAMES MONTGOMERY—The Ocean. St. 6.
20 And Thou, vast Ocean! on whose awful face Time's iron feet can print no ruin trace. ROBERT MONTGOMERY—The Omnipresence of the Deity. Pt. I. St. 20.
(See also BYRON) He laid his hand upon “the Ocean's mane," And played familiar with his hoary locks. POLLOK—Course of Time. Bk. IV. L. 689.
(See also BYRON) Deep calleth unto deep.
Psalms. XLII. 7.
If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea.
Psalms. CXXXIX. 9.
Tut! the best thing I know between France and England is the sea. DOUGLAS JERROLD-Jerrold's Wit. The An
glo-French Alliance. 10 Love the sea? I dote upon it-from the beach. DOUGLAS JERROLD—Specimen of Jerrold's Wit.
Love of the Sea. 11
Hitherto thou shalt come, but no further; and here shall thy proud waves be stayed.
Job. XXXVIII. 11.
12 He maketh the deep to boil like a pot.
Job. XLI. 31.
WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR-Gebir. Bk. V