HOYT'S NEW CYCLOPEDIA OF PRACTICAL QUOTATIONS

The barge she sat in, like a burnisi è throne,
Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold;
Purple the sails, and so perfumed that
The winds were love-sick with them: the oars

were silver,
Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made
The water which they beat to follow faster,
As amorous of their strokes.

Antony and Cleopatra. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 196. 2

It would have been as though he (Pres. Johnson) were in a boat of stone with masts of steel, sails of lead, ropes of iron, the devil at the helm, the wrath of God for a breeze, and hell for his destination. EMORY A. STORRS—Speech in Chicago, about

1865-6, when PRESIDENT JOHNSON threatened to imitate CROMWELL and force Congress with troops to adjourn. As reported in the Chicago Tribune.

Again she plunges! bark! a second shock
Bilges the splitting vessel on the rock;
Down on the vale of death, with dismal cries,
The fated victims shuddering cast their eyes
In wild despair; while yet another stroke
With strong convulsion rends the solid oak:
Ah Heaven!—behold her crashing ribs divide!
She loosens, parts, and spreads in ruin o'er the

tide. FALCONER—Shipwreck. Canto III. L. 642. And fast through the midnight dark and drear,

Through the whistling sleet and snow, Like a sheeted ghost, the vessel swept

Towards the reef of Norman's Woe. LONGFELLOW—The Wreck of the Hesperus. St.

15.

Naufragium sibi quisque facit.

Each man makes his own shipwreck. LUCANUS-Pharsalia. I. 499.

Through the black night and driving rain
A ship is struggling, all in vain,
To live upon the stormy main;-

Miserere Domine!
ADELAIDE A. PROCTER—The Storm.
But hark! what shriek of death comes in the

gale, And in the distant ray what glimmering sail Bends to the storm?-Now sinks the note of

fear! Ah! wretched mariners!—no more shall day Unclose his cheering eye to light ye on your way! MRS. RADCLIFFE — Mysteries of Udolpho. Shipwreck.

0, I have suffer'd
With those that I saw suffer: a brave vessel,
Who had, no doubt, some noble creature in her,
Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock
Against my very heart! Poor souls, they per-

ished.
Tempest. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 5.
A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigged,
Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
Instinctively have quit it.

Tempest. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 146.
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Every drunken skipper trusts to Providence. But one of the ways of Providence with drunken skippers is to run them on the rocks.

BERNARD SHAW—Heartbreak House. Act III.

If all the ships I have at sea
Should come a-sailing home to me,

Ah, well! the harbor would not hold
So many ships as there would be
If all my ships came home from sea.
ELLA WHEELER Wilcox-My Ships. From

Poems of Passion.

One ship drives East, and one drives West,
By the selfsame wind that blows;
It's the set of the sails, and not the gales,
Which determines the way it goes.
ELLA WHEELER Wilcox-Winds of Fate.

SHIPWRECK (See also SHIPS)
Some hoisted out the boats, and there was one
That begged Pedrillo for an absolution,
Who told bim to be damn'd, -in his confusion.

BYRON—Don Juan. Canto II. St. 44.

10 Then rose from sea to sky the wild farewell Then shriek'd the timid, and stood still the

brave,Then some leap'd overboard with fearful yell,

As eager to anticipate their grave.
BYRON—Don Juan. Canto II. St. 52.

As he cobbled and hammered from morning till

dark, With the footgear to mend on his knees, Stitching patches, or pegging on soles as he sang.

Out of tune, ancient catches and glees.
OSCAR H. HARPEL—The Haunted Cobbler.

SHOEMAKING A cobbler, produced several new grins of his own invention, having been used to cut faces for many years together over his last.

ADDISON-Spectator. No. 173.

To one commending an orator for his skill in amplifying petty matters, Agesilaus said: “I do not think that shoemaker a good workman that makes a great shoe for a little foot." AGESILAUS THE GREAT—Laconic Apoph

thegmns. Him that makes shoes go barefoot himself. BURTON-Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader. P. 34. (Ed. 1887)

(See also MONTAIGNE)

One said he wondered that leather was not dearer than any other thing. Being demanded a reason: because, saith he, it is more stood upon than any other thing in the world. HAZLITT—Shakespeare Jest Books. Conceits,

Clinches, Flashes and Whimzies. No. 86.

The title of Ultracrepidarian critics has been given to those persons who find fault with small and insignificant details.

HAZLITT——Table-talk. Essay. 22.

Ye tuneful cobblers! still your notes prolong,
Compose at once a slipper and a song;
So shall the fair your handiwork peruse,
Your sonnets sure shall please--perhaps your

shoes. BYRON—English Bards and Scotch Reviewers.

L. 751.

The wearer knows where the shoe wrings. HERBERT-Jacula Prudentum.

(See also CERVANTES)

A careless shoe string, in whose tie
I see a wilde civility.

HERRICK-Delight in Disorder.

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Cinderella's lefts and rights
To Geraldine's were frights,

And I trow
The damsel, deftly shod,
Has dutifully trod

Until now.
FREDERICK LOCKER-LAMPSON—To My Mis-

tress's Boots.
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Oh, where did hunter win
So delicate a skin

For her feet?
You lucky little kid,
You perished, so you did,

For my sweet.
FREDERICK LOCKER-LAMPSON—To My Mis-

tress's Boots.

Let firm, well hammer'd soles protect thy feet Through freezing snows, and rains, and soaking

sleet; Should the big last extend the shoe too wide, Each stone will wrench the unwary step aside; The sudden turn may stretch the swelling vein, The cracking joint unhinge, or ankle sprain; And when too short the modish shoes are worn, You'll judge the seasons by your shooting corn.

GAY-Trivia. Bk. I. L. 33.

The fairy stitching gleams
On the sides and in the seams,

And it shows
That Pixies were the wags
Who tipped these funny tags

And these toes.
FREDERICK LOCKER-LAMPSON—To My Mis-

tress's Boots.

Rap, rap! upon the well-worn stone,

How falls the polished hammer!
Rap, rap! the measured sound has grown

A quick and merry clamor.
Now shape the sole! now deftly curl

The glassy vamp around it,
And bless the while the brighteyed girl

Whose gentle fingers bound it!
WHITTIER-—The Shoemakers.

SICKNESS (See also DISEASE, MEDICINE)

The best of remedies is a beefsteak
Against sea-sickness; try it, sir, before
You sneer, and I assure you this is true,
For I have found it answerso may you.
BYRON—Don Juan. Canto II. St. 13.

But when ill indeed, E'en dismissing the doctor don't always succeed. GEORGE COLMAN (the Younger)—Broad Grins.

Lodgings for Single Gentlemen. St. 7. Sickness is a belief, to be annihilated by the divine Mind. MARY B. G. EDDY—Science and Health. Ch.

XIV.
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Prevention is better than cure.
ERASMUS—Adagia. Same idea in OVID-De

Remedia Amoris. 91. PERSIUS-Satires.
III. 63. LIVY-Works. III. 61 and V. 36.

Ne supra crepidam judicaret.

Shoemaker, stick to your last.
Proverb quoted by PLINY the Elder-Historia

Naturalis. XXXV. 10. 36. According to
CARDINAL WISEMAN, it should read "a
shoemaker should not go above his latchet.”
See his Points of Contact between Science and

Art. Note under Sculpture.
Ne sutor supra crepidam.
Given by BÜCHMANN — Geflügelte Worte, as

correct phrase. Ne sutor ultra crepidam, as quoted by ERASMUS. Same idea in Non

sentis, inquit, te ultra malleum loqui? Do you not perceive that you are speaking be

yond your hammer? To a blacksmith criti

cising music. ATHENÆUS.

(See also MARTIAL) * And holding out his shoe, asked them whether it was not new and well made. “Yet,” added he, "none of you can tell where it pinches me.” PLUTARCH-Lives. Vol. II. Life of Æmilius Paulus.

(See also CERVANTES) Hans Grovendraad, an honest clown, By cobbling in his native town,

Had earned a living ever.
His work was strong and clean and fine,
And none who served at Crispin's shrine

Was at his trade more clever.
JAN VAN RYSWICK — Hans Grovendraad.

Translated from the French by F. W. Ri-
CORD.

What trade are you? Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, I am

but, as you would say, a cobbler. Julius Cæsar. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 9. What trade art thou? answer me directly.

A trade, sir, that, I hope, I may use with a safe conscience; which is, indeed sir, a mender of bad soles.

Julius Cæsar. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 12.

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I've that within for which there are no plasters. GARRICK–Prologue to GOLDSMITH's She Stoops

to Conquer. Some maladies are rich and precious and only to be acquired by the right of inheritance or purchased with gold. HAWTHORNE-Mosses from an Old Manse.

The Old Manse. The Procession of Life. The whole head is sick, and the whole heart faint. I saiah. I. 5.

A malady Preys on my heart that med'cine cannot reach. MATURIN—Bertram. Act IV. Sc. 2.

This sickness doth infect The very life-blood of our enterprise.

Henry IV. Pt. I. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 28.

He had a fever when he was in Spain,
And when the fit was on him, I did mark
How he did shake; 'tis true, this god did shake:
His coward lips did from their colour fly,
And that same eye whose bend doth awe the

world
Did lose his lustre.
Julius Cæsar. Act I, Sc. 2. L. 119.

What, is Brutus sick, And will he steal out of his wholesome bed, To dare the vile contagion of the night? Julius Cæsar. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 263.

My long sickness Of health and living now begins to mend, And nothing brings me all things.

Timon of Athens. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 189.

Sigh'd and look'd, and sigh'd again.
DRYDEN--Alexander's Feast. L. 120.

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Implores the passing tribute of a sigh.

ĠRAY-Elegy in a Country Churchyard. St. 20.

Then purg'd with euphrasy and rue
The visual nerve, for he had much to see.

MILTON—Paradise Lost. Bk. XI. L. 414.

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He that had neither beene kithe nor kin,
Might have seene a full fayre sight.
THOMAS PERCY-Reliques of Ancient Poetry.

Robin Hood and Guy of Gisborne.
For any man with half an eye,
What stands before him may espy;
But optics sharp it needs I ween,
To see what is not to be seen.

JOHN TRUMBULL-McFingal. Canto I. L. 67.

Monstrum horrendum, informe, ingens, cui lumen ademptum.

A monster frightful, formless, immense, with sight removed. VERGILÆneid. III. 658.

Yet sighes, deare sighes, indeede true friends

you are That do not leave your left friend at the wurst,

But, as you with my breast, I oft have nurst So, gratefull now, you waite upon my care.

SIR PHILIP SIDNEY-Sighes. 10

Sighs Which perfect Joy, perplexed for utterance, Stole from her sister Sorrow.

TENNYSON—The Gardener's Daughter. L. 249.

SILENCE But silence never shows itself to so great an advantage, as when it is made the reply to calumny and defamation, provided that we give no just occasion for them. ADDISON—The Tatler. No. 133.

Alta vendetta D'alto silenzio è figlia.

Deep vengeance is the daughter of deep silence.

ALFIERI—La Congiura de' Pazzi. I. 1.
Qui tacet, consentire videtur.

Silence gives consent.
POPE BONIFACE VIII. Taken from the

Canon Law. Decretals. Bk. V. 12. 43.
FULLER—Wise Sentences. GOLDSMITH-The
Good-Natured Man. Act II.

SIGHT 11 And finds with keen, discriminating sight, Black's not so black- nor white so very white.

CANNING—New Morality.

12 And for to se, and eek for to be seye. CHAUCER—Canterbury Tales. The Wife of

Bath. Preamble. L. 6134. 13 The age, wherein he lived was dark; but he Could not want sight, who taught the world to

see. DENHAM. In TODD's Johnson.

14 The rarer sene, the lesse in mynde, The lesse in mynde, the lesser payne. BARNABY GOOGE-Sonnettes. Out of Syght,

Out of Mynde.

All Heaven and Earth are still, though not in

sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling most.

BYRON—Childe Harold. Canto III. St. 89.

There was silence deep as death; And the boldest held his breath, For a time.

CAMPBELL-Battle of the Baltic.

Small griefs find tongues: full casques are ever

found To give, if any, yet but little sound. Deep waters noyselesse are; and this we know, That chiding streams betray small depth below. HERRICK —Hesperides. To His Mistresse 06jecting to Him Neither Toying or Talking.

(See also JEWELL) And silence, like a poultice, comes

To heal the blows of sound.
HOLMES—The Music Grinder.

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There is a silence where hath been no sound,

There is a silence where no sound may be,

In the cold grave under the deep, deep sea, Or in wide desert where no life is found, Which hath been mute, and still must sleep pro

found. HOOD-Sonnets. Silence.

19 Est et fideli tuta silentio merces.

There is likewise a reward for faithful silence. HORACE—Carmina. III. 2. 25.

Not much talk-a great, sweet silence.
HENRY JAMES, JR.-A Bundle of Letters. Let-

ter IV.

Silence is the element in which great things fashion themselves together; that at length they may emerge, full-formed and majestic, into the daylight of Life, which they are thenceforth to rule.

CARLYLE-Sartor Resartus. Bk. III. Ch. III. 7

There are haunters of the silence, ghosts that hold the heart and brain.

MADISON CAWEIN–Haunters of the Silence.

8 Cum tacent clamant.

When they hold their tongues they cry out. CICERO In Catilinam. 1. 8.

And they three passed over the white sands, between the rocks, silent as the shadows.

COLERIDGE—The Wanderings of Cain.

10 Striving to tell his woes, words would not come; For light cares speak, when mighty griefs are

dumb. SAMUEL DANIEL—Complaint of Rosamond.

St. 114. 11 Il ne voit que la nuit, n'entend que le silence.

He sees only night, and hears only silence.
DELILLE—Imagination. IV.

Les gens sans bruit sont dangereux;
Il n'en est pas ainsi des autres.

Silent people are dangerous; others are not so.

LA FONTAINE–Fables. VIÍI. 23.
Some sipping punch, some sipping tea,
But as you by their faces see

All silent and all damned.
LAMB—Lines made up from a stanza in WORDS-

WORTH's Peter Bell.

All was silent as before
All silent save the dripping rain.

LONGFELLOW-A Rainy Day.
What shall I say to you? What can I say
Better than silence is?

LONGFELLOW—Morituri Salutamus. L. 128. Three Silences there are: the first of speech, The second of desire, the third of thought.

LONGFELLOW—The Three Silences of Molinos. Where the streame runneth smoothest, the water

is deepest. LYLY-Euphues and His England. P. 287. (See also HERBERT, RUFUS, HENRY IV, Sm

NEY)

Silence is the mother of Truth.

BENJ. DISRAELJ - Tancred. Bk. IV. Ch. IV.

13 A horrid stillness first invades the ear, And in that silence we the tempest fear.

DRYDEN-Astræa Redux. L. 7.

14 Stillborn silence! thou that art Flood-gate of the deeper heart!

RICHARD FLECKNO—Silence.

15 Take heed of still waters, they quick pass away. HERBERT Jacula Prudentum.

(See also LYLY)

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