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ashes thrown into the brook Swift, by order He was the word that spake it,

of the Council of Constance, 1415. He took the bread and brake it;

(See also WEBSTER, WORDSWORTH) And what that word did make it, I do believe and take it.

Shall I ask the brave soldier, who fights by my DONNE-Divine Poems. On the Sacrament. side

FLESHER'S Ed. 1654. P. 352. Found In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree? earlier in CAMDEN's Remains.

Shall I give up the friend I have valued and 2

tried, 'Twas God the word that spake it,

If he kneel not before the same altar with me? He took the bread and brake it,

From the heretic girl of my soul should I fly, And what the word did make it,

To seek somewhere else a more orthodox kiss? That I believe and take it.

No! perish the hearts, and the laws that try QUEEN ELIZABETH. In CLARK—Ecclesiastical Truth, valour, or love, by a standard like this!

History. Life of Queen Elizabeth. P. 94 (edi MOORE–Irish Melodies. Come Send Round tion 1675), quoting the queen when asked the Wine. her opinion of Christ's presence in the Sacrament. Foxe-Acts and Monuments. “Orthodoxy, my Lord,” said Bishop WarburFULLER-Holy State. Bk. IV. P. 302. ton, in a whisper, —“orthodoxy is my doxy,(Ed. 1648) RAPIN-History of England. heterodoxy is another man's doxy." Vol. II. P. 42. 1733. Given also “Christ JOSEPH PRIESTLY–Memoirs. Vol. I. P. 572. was the word.” Generally attributed to ANNE ASKEW. Also to LADY JANE GREY Live to explain thy doctrine by thy life. in SIR H. NICOLAS' Life and Remains.

PRIOR-To Dr. Sherlock. On his Practical Dis

course Concerning Death. O how far remov'd, Predestination! is thy foot from such

The Avon to the Severn runs, As see not the First Cause entire: and ye,

The Severn, to the sea, O mortal men! be wary how ye judge:

And Wickliff's dust shall spread abroad For we, who see the Maker, know not yet

Wide as the waters be. The number of the chosen; and esteem

DANIEL WEBSTER—Quoted in an Address be Such scantiness of knowledge our delight:

fore the Sons of New Hampshire. (1849) For all our good is, in that primal good,

(See also FULLER) Concentrate; and God's will and ours are one. DANTE— Vision of Paradise. Canto XX. L. As thou these ashes, little brook! will bear 122.

Into the Avon, Avon to the tide

Of Severn, Severn to the narrow seas, The Athanasian Creed is the most splendid Into main ocean they, this deed accurst, ecclesiastical lyric ever poured forth by the An emblem yields to friends and enemies genius of man.

How the bold teacher's doctrine, sanctified BENJ. DISRAELI-Endymion. Ch. LIV By truth, shall spread throughout the world dis

persed. You can and you can't,

WORDSWORTH-Ecclesiastical Sketches. Pt. II. You will and you won't;

Widiffe. You'll be damn'd if you do,

(See also FULLER) You'll be damn'd if you don't. LORENZO Dow—Chain (Definition of Calvin

DOG ism).

Non stuzzicare il can che dorme.

Do not disturb the sleeping dog.
And after hearing what our Church can say,
If still our reason runs another way,

ALESSANDRO ALLEGRI-Rime e Prose. (1754)
That private reason 'tis more just to curb,
Than by disputes the public peace disturb; Il fait mal éveiller le chien qi dort.
For points obscure are of small use to learn, It is bad to awaken a sleeping dog.
But common quiet is mankind's concern.

From a MS. of 13th Cen, in LE ROUX DE LINDRYDEN“Religio Laici. L. 445.

cy's Collection, Vol. I. P. 108; Vol. II.

P. 392. La Guerre de Genève. Poem. (1534) Carried about with every wind of doctrine.

FRANCK-Sprichwörter. (1541) An earlier Ephesians. IV. 14.

version in IGNAZ VON ZINGERLE—Sprich

wörter im Mittelalter. For Earlier idea, with Die Theologie ist die Anthropologie.

cat substituted; see GABRIEL MEURIERTheology is Anthropology.

Trésor des Sentences; NUÑEZ DE GUZMANFEUERBACH-Wesen des Christenthums.

Refranes, Salamanca. Wake not a sleeping

lion. COUNTRYMAN's New Commonwealth. Thus this brook hath conveyed his ashes into (1647) Wake not a sleeping wolf. Henry IV. Avon, Avon into Severn, Severn into the narrow Pt. II. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 174. Henry VIII. seas, they into the main ocean. And thus the Act I. Sc. I. L. 121. ashes of Wickliffe are the emblem of his doctrine,

(See also CHAUCER) which now is dispersed all the world over. FULLER-Church History. Sec. II. Bk. IV. He was such a dear little cock-tailed pup.

Par. 53. Wickliffe's body was burned, the BARHAM–Mr. Peter's Story.


















Qui me amat, amet et canem meum.

Plus je vois des représentants du peuple, plus Who loves me will love my dog also.

j'aime mes chiens. ST. BERNARD OF CLAIRVAUX-Sermo Primus. The more I see the representatives of the people,

CHAPMAN-Widows' Tears. ERASMUS the more I love my dogs.
Adagia. HEYWOOD-Proverbs. Pt. II. Ch. LAMARTINE. Quoted in a letter from COMTE


See Notes and Queries, Oct. 3, 1908. P. 273.

(See also JOUSSENEL)
Mother of dead dogs.
Quoted by CARLYLE in Reminiscences. Vol. I. Qui m'aime il aime mon chien.

P. 257; Vol. II. P. 54. Froude's ed. Who loves me loves my dog.
Also in Life in London. (FROUDE.) Vol. I. LE ROUX DE LINCY_French Proverbs. Gives
P. 196.

date 13th Cent. In Tresor de Jeh. de Meung.

Vers. 1,567. On the green banks of Shannon, when Sheelah

(See also BERNARD) was nigh,

14 No blithe Irish lad was so happy as I;

But in some canine Paradise No harp like my own could so cheerily play, Your wraith, I know, rebukes the moon, And wherever I went was my poor dog Tray. And quarters every plain and hill, CAMPBELLThe Harper.

Seeking its master.

As for me (See also FOSTER)

This prayer at least the gods fulfill

That when I pass the flood and see
His faithful dog salutes the smiling guest. Old Charon by Stygian coast
CAMPBELL-Pleasures of Hope. Pt. I. L. 86. Take toll of all the shades who land,

Your little, faithful barking ghost
It is nought good a sleeping hound to wake. May leap to lick my phantom hand.
CHAUCER—Troylus and Crysede. III. 764.

(See also BERNARD)

The dogs eat of the crumbs which fall from A living dog is better than a dead lion.

their masters' table. Ecclesiastes. IX. 4.

Matthew. XV. 27.

Whosoever loveth me loveth my hound. Old dog Tray's ever faithful;

SIR THOMAS MORE-First Sermon on the Lord's Grief can not drive him away;

He is gentle, he is kind
I shall never, never find

(See also BERNARD)

17 A better friend than old dog Tray!

The dog is turned to his own vomit again. STEPHEN C. FOSTEROld Dog Tray.

II Peter. II. 22. (See also CAMPBELL) And in that town a dog was found,

To be, contents his natural desire,

He asks no angel's wing, no seraph's fire; As many dogs there be,

But thinks, admitted to that equal sky,
Both mongrel, puppy, whelp and hound,

His faithful dog shall bear him company.
And curs of low degree.
GOLDSMITH-Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog. Weigh thy opinion against Providence.

Go wiser thou!

and in thy scale of sense

POPE-Essay on Man. Ep. I. L. 109. Plus on apprend a connaître l'homme, plus on apprend à estimer le chien.

I am his Highness' dog at Kew; The more one comes to know men, the more

Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you? one comes to admire the dog.

POPEEpigrams. On the Collar of a Dog. JOUSSENEL, quoted by Paul FRANCHE—La

Legende Doreé des Bêtes. P. 191. The say Histories are more full of examples of the fideling is attributed generally to MME. DE ity of dogs than of friends. SÉVIGNÉ. BELLOY-Siege de Calais, says: POPE-Letters to and from H. Cromwell, Esq. Ce qu'il y a de mieux dans l'homme, c'est Letter X. Oct. 9, 1709. le chien. Quoted in this form by VOLTAIRE. (See also LAMARTINE)

Canis timidus vehementius latrat quam mordet. 10

The cowardly dog barks more violently than Is thy servant a dog, that he should do this it bites. great thing?

QUINTUS CURTIUSDe Rebus Best. Alexand. II Kings. VIII. 13.

Magn. VII. 14.
There is sorrow enough in the natural way I have a dog of Blenheim birth,
From men and women to fill our day;

With fine long ears and full of mirth;
But when we are certain of sorrow in store And sometimes, running o'er the plain,
Why do we always arrange for more?

He tumbles on his nose: Brothers and sisters I bid you beware

But quickly jumping up again, Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.

Like lightning on he goes! KIPLINGThe Power of the Dog.

RUSKIN–My Dog Dash.








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We are two travellers, Roger and I.
Roger's my dog-come here, you scamp!
Jump for the gentleman--mind your eye!
Over the table,-look out for the lamp!
The rogue is growing a little old;
Five years we've tramped through wind and

And slept out-doors when nights were cold,
And ate and drank and starved together.


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Gentlemen of the Jury: The one, absolute, unselfish friend that man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him, the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous, is his dog. Senator GEO. GRAHAM VEST-Eulogy on the

Dog. Found in ELBERT HUBBARD's Pig-Pen
Pete. P. 178.

The doubtful beam long nods from side to side.

POPE-Rape of the Lock. Canto V. L. 73. Fain would I but dare not; I dare, and yet I may

not; I may, although I care not for pleasure when i

play not. SIR WALTER RALEIGH-A Lover's Verses.

17 And he that doubteth is damned if he eat.

Romans. XIV. 23.

18 But yet, madamI do not like, “but yet," it does allay The good precedence; fie upon “but yet!” “But yet” is a gaoler to bring forth Some monstrous malefactor.

Antony and Cleopatra. Act II. Sc. 5. L. 49.

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There lives more faith in honest doubt,

Anon, as patient as the female dove, Believe me, than in half the creeds.

When that her golden couplets are disclosed, TENNYSON-In Memoriam. Pt. XCV. St. 3. His silence will sit drooping. 2

Hamlet. Act V. Sc. 1 L. 309. I follow my law and fulfil it all duly—and look! when your doubt runneth high

The dove and very blessed spirit

of peace. North points to the needle!

Henry IV. Pt. II. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 46. EDITH M. THOMASThe Compass.

So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows. DOVE

Romeo and Juliet. Act I. Sc. 5. L. 50. 3 And there my little doves did sit, With feathers softly brown

And oft I heard the tender dove And glittering eyes that showed their right

In firry woodlands making moan. To general Nature's deep delight.

TENNYSON—Miller's Daughter. E. B. BROWNING-My Doves.


I heard a Stock-dove sing or say The thrustelcok made eek hir lay,

His homely tale, this very day; The wode dove upon the spray

His voice was buried among trees, She sang ful loude and cleere.

Yet to be come at by the breeze: CHAUCERThe Rime of Sir Thopas.

He did not cease; but cooed-and cooed: 5

And somewhat pensively he wooed: As when the dove returning bore the mark

He sang of love, with quiet blending,

Slow to begin, and never ending;
Of earth restored to the long labouring ark;
The relics of mankind, secure at rest,

Of serious faith, and inward glee;
Oped every window to receive the guest,

That was the song,--the song for me! And the fair bearer of the message bless'd.

WORDSWORTH-O Nightingale! Thou Surely

Art. DRYDENTo Her Grace of Ormond. L. 70.

DOVE (RIVER) 6 Listen, sweet Dove, unto my song,

Oh, my beloved nymph, fair Dove, And spread thy golden wings in me;

Princess of rivers, how I love Hatching my tender heart so long,

Upon thy flowery banks to lie, Till it get wing, and flie away with Thee. And view thy silver stream, HERBERT-I'he Church. Whitsunday.

When gilded by a summer's beam! 7

And in it all thy wanton fry, We roar all like bears, and mourn sore like Playing at liberty; doves.

And with my angle, upon them Isaiah. LIX. 11.

The all of treachery

I ever learned, industriously to try! See how that pair of billing doves

CHARLES COTTONThe Retirement. L. 34.
With open murmurs own their loves
And, heedless of censorious eyes,

Pursue their unpolluted joys:
No fears of future want molest

When to soft Sleep we give ourselves away, The downy quiet of their nest.

And in a dream as in a fairy bark LADY MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU_Verses. Drift on and on through the enchanted dark Written in a Garden. St. 1.

To purple daybreak-little thought we pay

To that sweet bitter world we know by day.
The Dove,

T. B. ALDRICH-Sonnet. Sleep.
On silver pinions, winged her peaceful way.
MONTGOMERYPelican Island. Canto I. L. Sweet sleep be with us, one and all!

And if upon its stillness fall 10

The visions of a busy brain,
Ut solet accipiter trepidas agitare columbas. We'll have our pleasure o'er again,

As the hawk is wont to pursue the trembling To warm the heart, to charm the sight, doves.

Gay dreams to all! good night, good night. OVID--Metamorphoses. V. 606.

JOANNA BAILLIE-The Phantom. Song. 11

21 Not half so swift the trembling doves can fly,

If there were dreams to sell,
When the fierce eagle cleaves the liquid sky; Merry and sad to tell,
Not half so swiftly the fierce eagle moves,

And the crier rung his bell,
When thro' the clouds he drives the trembling

What would you buy? doves.

THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOESDream-Pedlary. POPE--Windsor Forest. L. 185. 12

"Come to me, darling; I'm lonely without thee; Oh that I had wings like a dove! for then would Daytime and nighttime I'm dreaming about I fly away, and be at rest.

thee." Psalms. LV. 6.

JOSEPH BRENANThe Exile To His Wife.





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A change came o'er the spirit of my dream.

BYRONThe Dream. St. 3.

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Your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions.

Joel. II. 28.

19 There's a long, long trail a-winding Into the land of my dreams, Where the nightingales are singing And a white moon beams; There's a long, long night of waiting Until my dreams all come true, Till the day when I'll be going down that Long, long trail with you. STODDARD KINGThere's a Long, Long Trail.

(Popular in the Great War.) Ever of thee I'm fondly dreaming, Thy gentle voice my spirit can cheer.


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My eyes make pictures, when they are shut.


'Twas but a dream,—let it pass,-let it vanish

like so many others! What I thought was a flower is only a weed, and

is worthless. LONGFELLOW-Courtship of Miles Standish.

Pt. VII.



And so, his senses gradually wrapt
In a half sleep, he dreams of better worlds,
And dreaming hears thee still, O singing lark;
That singest like an angel in the clouds.

COLERIDGE~Fears in Solitude. L. 25.

Is this is a dream? O, if it be a dream,
Let me sleep on, and do not wake me yet!

LONGFELLOW-Spanish Student. Act III. Sc. 5.


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For dhrames always go by conthraries, my dear. SAMUEL LOVERRory O'More. GOLDSMITH

Citizen of the World. No. 46.



Dreams are but interludes, which fancy makes; When monarch reason sleeps, this mimic wakes. DRYDENFables. The Cock and the Fox. L.


Ground not upon dreams, you know they are

ever contrary. Thos. MIDDLETONThe Family of Love. Act

IV. Sc. 3. 25

I believe it to be true that Dreams are the true Interpreters of our Inclinations; but there is Art required to sort and understand them.




In blissful dream, in silent night,
There came to me, with magic might,
With magic might, my own sweet love,
Into my little room above.
HEINE-Youthful Sorrows. Pt. VI. St. 1.

Fly, dotard, fly!
With thy wise dreams and fables of the sky.
HOMER-The Odyssey. Bk. II. L. 207. POPE's



One of those passing rainbow dreams,
Half light, half shade, which fancy's beams
Paint on the fleeting mists that roll,
In trance or slumber, round the soul!
MOORELalla Rookh. Fire Worshippers.

St. 54.

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