Anger is like

A full-hot horse; who being allow'd his way,
Self-mettle tires him.

144

Shaks.: Henry VIII. Act i. Sc

What sudden anger's this? How have I reap'd it?
He parted frowning from me, as if ruin
Leap'd from his eyes: So looks the chafèd lion
Upon the daring huntsman that has gall'd him;
Then makes him nothing.

145

Shaks.: Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2

Never anger made good guard for itself.

146

Shaks.: Ant. and Cleo. Act iv. Sc. 1

Away to heaven, respective lenity,
And fire-eyed fury be my conduct now.
147

Shaks: Rom. and Jul. Act iii. Sc. J.

Shaks.: Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2.

What to ourselves in passion we propose,
The passion ending, doth the purpose lose.
148
O, that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth!
Then with a passion would I shake the world.
149

Shaks.: King John. Act iii. Sc. 4.

You are yoked with a lamb,

That carries anger as the flint bears fire;
Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark,
And straight is cold again.

150

Shaks.: Jul. Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 3.

Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot
That it do singe yourself: we may outrun,
By violent swiftness, that which we run at,
And lose by over-running. Know you not,
The fire, that mounts the liquor till it run o'er,
In seeming to augment it, wastes it?

151 Shaks.: Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 1. And her brow clear'd, but not her troubled eye; The wind was down but still the sea ran high. 152

Byron: Don Juan. Canto vi. St. 110.

A woman moved is like a fountain troubled,
Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty;
And while it is so, none so dry or thirsty
Will deign to sip or touch one drop of it.

153

ANGLING.

Shaks.: Tam. of the S. Act v. Sc. 2.

The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish
Cut with her golden oars the silver stream,
And greedily devour the treacherous bait.

154

Shaks.: Much Ado. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Our plenteous streams a various race supply,
The bright-eyed perch, with fins of Tyrian dye;
The silver eel, in shining volumes roll'd;
The yellow carp, in scales bedropt with gold;
Swift trouts, diversified with crimson stains,
And pikes, the tyrants of the watery plains.
155
Give me mine angle; we'll to the river there,
My music playing far off, I will betray
Tawny-finned fishes; my bended hooks shall pierce
Their slimy jaws.

156

Pope: Windsor Forest. Line 141.

Shaks.: Ant. and Cleo. Act ii. Sc. 5.

Peace, brother, be not over-exquisite

To cast the fashion of uncertain evils;

For, grant they be so, while they rest unknown,
What need a man forestall his date of grief,
And run to meet what he would most avoid?
158

Milton: Comus. Line 359.

To swallow gudgeons ere they're catched,
And count their chickens ere they're hatched.

159

ANTIPATHY.

Butler: Hudibras. Part ii. Canto iii. Line 923.

Some men there are love not a gaping pig;
Some, that are mad if they behold a cat.
For affection,

Master of passion, sways it to the mood
Of what it likes or loathes.

160 ANTIQUITY.

Shaks.: M. of Venice. Act iv. Sc. L

O good old man! how well in thee appears
The constant service of the antique world,
When service sweat for duty, not for meed!
Thou art not for the fashion of these times,
Where none will sweat, but for promotion.
161

Shaks. As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 3.

How his eyes languish! how his thoughts adore
That painted coat, which Joseph never wore!

He shows, on holidays, a sacred pin,

That touch'd the ruff, that touch'd Queen Bess' chin.

162

Young: Love of Fame. Satire iv. Line 119

Ye distant spires, ye antique towers.

163

APATHY.

Thos. Gray: On a Distant Prospect of Eton College.

A man, whose blood

Is very snow broth; one who never feels
The wanton stings and motions of the sense:
But doth rebate and blunt his natural edge
With profits of the mind, study and fast.

164

APOLOGY.

Shaks.: M. for M. Act i. Sc. 5.

Forgive me, Valentine: if hearty sorrow
Be a sufficient ransom for offence,

I tender it here; I do as truly suffer
As e'er I did commit.

165

APPAREL - see Dress.

Shaks.: Two Gent. of V. Act v. Sc. 4.

Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear;
Robes and furr'd gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold
And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks;
Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw doth pierce it.
166

Shaks.: King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 6.

Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor,
For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich:
And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,
So honor peereth in the meanest habit.

167

Shaks.: Tam. of the S. Act iv. Sc. 3.

Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,

But not expressed in fancy; rich, not gaudy:
For the apparel oft proclaims the man.

168

APPEAL.

Shaks.: Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3.

I have done the state some service, and they know it,
No more of that; I pray you in your letters,
When you shall these unlucky deeds relate,
Speak of me as I am, nothing extenuate,
Nor set down aught in malice.
169

APPEARANCES.

Shaks.: Othello. Act v. Sc. 2.

All that glisters is not gold,
Gilded tombs do worms infold.

170

Shaks.: M. of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 7.

There is a fair behavior in thee, captain;
And though that nature with a beauteous wall
Doth oft close in pollution, yet of thee
I will believe, thou hast a mind that suits
With this thy fair and outward character.
171

Shaks.: Tw. Night. Act i. Sc. 2.

i

Appearances to save, his only care;

So things seem right no matter what they are. 172

Churchill: Rosciad. Line 299.

By outward show let's not be cheated; An ass should like an ass be treated. 173

Gay: Fables. Pt. ii. Fable 11.

Full many a stoic eye and aspect stern
Mask hearts where grief hath little left to learn;
And many a withering thought lies hid, not lost,
In smiles that least befit, who wears them most.
174
APPETITE

Byron: Corsair. Canto iii. St. 21.

see Eating, Drinking.
Our stomachs

His thirst he slakes at some pure neighboring brook,
Nor seeks for sauce where appetite stands cook.

178

APPLAUSE.

Churchill: Gotham. iii. Line 133.

I would applaud thee to the very echo,
That should applaud again.

179

Shaks.: Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 3.
Such a noise arose

As the shrouds make at sea in a stiff tempest,
As loud and to as many tunes, hats, cloaks,
Doublets, I think flew up; and had their faces
Been loose, this day they had been lost.
180

Shaks.: Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 1
Your deeds are known
In words that kindle glory from the stone.
181

Schiller: The Walk.

Oh popular applause! what heart of man
Is proof against thy sweet, seducing charms?

182

APRIL.

Cowper: Task. Bk. ii. Line 481.

Again the blackbirds sing; the streams

Wake, laughing, from their winter dreams,
And tremble in the April showers

The tassels of the maple flowers.

183

Whittier: The Singer. St. 20

Sweet April! many a thought

Is wedded unto thee, as hearts are wed:

Nor shall they fail till, to its autumn brought,
Life's golden fruit is shed.

184

Longfellow: An April Day. St. &

April cold with dropping rain
Willows and lilacs brings again,
The whistle of returning birds,
And trumpet-lowing of the herds;
The scarlet maple-keys betray
What potent blood hath modest May;
What fiery force the earth renews,
The wealth of forms, the flush of hues;
What Joy in rosy waves outpoured,
Flows from the heart of Love, the Lord.
185

Emerson: May-day. Line 124.

I saw the Days deformed and low,
Short and bent by cold and snow;

The merry Spring threw wreaths on them,
Flower-wreaths gay with bud and bell;
Many a flower and many a gem,

They were refreshed by the smell,

They shook the snow from hats and shoon,

They put their April raiment on.

186

Sweet April's tears,

Dead on the hem of May.

187

Emerson: May-day. Line 307

Alexander Smith: A Life Drama. Se viii

Ah, month that comes with rainbows crowned,
And golden shadows dressed-

Constant to her inconstancy,

And faithful to unrest.