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Whose body other ladies well might bear
As soul, yea, which it profanation were
For all but you to take as fleshy woof,
Being spirit truest proof.
FRANCIS THOMPSON “Manus Animam

Pinxit." St. 3.

What's female beauty, but an air divine,
Through which the mind's all-gentle graces shine!
They, like the Sun, irradiate all between;
The body charms, because the soul is seen.

YOUNG-Love of Fame. Satire VI. L. 151.

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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)
Gratior ac pulchro veniens in corpore virtus.

Even virtue is fairer when it appears in a beautiful person. VERGIL-Æneid. V. 344.

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Nimium ne crede colori.

Trust not too much to beauty.
VERGIL--Ecloga. II. 17.

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And as pale sickness does invade
Your frailer part, the breaches made
In that fair lodging still more clear
Make the bright guest, your soul, appear.
WALLER-A la Malade.

(See also OLDHAM)

Théâtre des ris et des pleurs
Lit! où je nais, et où je meurs,
Tu nous fais voir comment voisins
Sont nos plaisirs et chagrins.

In bed we laugh, in bed we cry;
And born in bed, in bed we die;
The near approach a bed may show
Of human bliss to human woe.
ISAAC DE BENSERADE. DR. JOHNSON'S

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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.

NAPOLEON I.

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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-Laodamia.

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Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair,
Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair,
But all things else about her drawn
From May-time and the cheerful Dawn.

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;
A face o'er which a thousand shadows go!

WORDSWORTH–Triad.

13 And beauty born of murmuring sound. WORDSWORTH-Three Years She Grew in Sun

and Shower.
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True beauty dwells in deep retreats,

Whose veil is unremoved
Till heart with heart in concord beats,

And the lover is beloved.
WORDSWORTH-TO Let Other Bards

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

Bee.

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Burly, dozing humblebee,
Where thou art is clime for me.
Let them sail for Porto Rique,
Far-off heats through seas to seek.
I will follow thee alone,
Thou animated torrid-zone!

EMERSON—The Humble-Bee.

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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.

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Seeing only what is fair, Sipping only what is sweet,

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Leave the chaff, and take the wheat.

EMERSON—The Humble-Bee.

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The careful insect 'midst his works I view,
Now from the flowers exhaust the fragrant dew,
With golden treasures load his little thighs,
And steer his distant journey through the skies.

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.
WATTS-Against Idleness.

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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
The sharded beetle in a safer hold
Than is the full-winged eagle.

Cymbeline. Act III. Sc. 3. L. 19.

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And the poor beetle that we tread upon,
In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great
As when a giant dies.

Measure for Measure. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 79.

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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,

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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.

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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.
CICERO —De Finibus Bonorum et Malorum. V.

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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.
LESSING—Nathan der Weise. II. 9.

Der wahre Bettler ist
Doch einzig und allein der wahre König.

The real beggar is indeed the true and only king. LESSING-Nathan der Weise. II. 9.

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A beggar through the world am I,
From place to place I wander by.
Fill up my pilgrim's scrip for me,
For Christ's sweet sake and charity.

LOWELL—The Beggar.
A pampered menial drove me from the door.
THOMAS Moss—The Beggar. (Altered by

GOLDSMITH from "A Liveried Servant,” etc.) 9 Qui timide rogat, Docet negare.

He who begs timidly courts a refusal.
SENECA—Hippolytus. II. 593.

(See also HERRICK)
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Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks.

Hamlet. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 281.

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Unless the old adage must be verified,
That beggars mounted, run their horse to death.
Henry VI. Pt. III. Act I. Sc. 4. L. 126.

(See also GREENE)
Well, whiles I am a beggar I will rail
And say, there is no sin but to be rich;
And being rich, my virtue then shall be
To say, there is no vice but beggary.
King John. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 593.

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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
Fall of the Roman Empire. Ch. XXXIX.
N. 100. Phrase “C'est le premier pas qui
coûte" attributed to CARDINAL POLIGNAC.

(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.
HORACE—Epistles. I. 2. 40. (Traced to

Hesiod.)

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I see, Sir, you are liberal in offers:
You taught me first to beg; and now, methinks,
You teach me how a beggar should be answer'd!

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.

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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.
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BELGIUM
Après des siècles d'esclavage,
Le Belge sortant du tombeau,
A reconquis par son courage,
Son nom, ses droits et son drapeau,
Et ta main souveraine et fière,
Peuple désormais indompté,
Grava sur ta vieille bannière
Le Roi, la loi, la liberté.

The years of slavery are past,
The Belgian rejoices once more;
Courage restores to him at last
The rights he held of yore.
Strong and firm his grasp will be
Keeping the ancient flag unfurled
To fling its message on the watchful world:
For king, for right, for liberty.
Louis DECHEZ-La Brabançonne. Belgian

National Anthem. Written during the
Revolution of 1830. Music by François van
Campenhout. Trans. by FLORENCE Ar-
TENBOROUGH.

They believed—faith, I'm puzzled--I think I
Their belief a believing in nothing at all,
Or something of that sort; I know they all went
For a general union of total dissent.

LOWELL-Fable for Critics. L. 851.

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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.

MILTON-Areopagitica.

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.

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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.

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Fere libenter homines id, quod volunt, credunt.

Men willingly believe what they wish.
CÆSAR-Bellum Gallicum. III. 18.

(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,
That if a man's belief is bad,

It will not be improved by burning.
PRAED-Poems of Life and Manners. Pt. II.

The Vicar. St. 9.

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