O'er erring deeds and thoughts a heav'nly hue
Of words, like sunbeams, dazzling as they pass'd.

Byron: Ch. Harold. Canto iii. St. 77.

A wilderness of sweets; for Nature here
Wanton'd as in her prime, and play'd at will
Her virgin fancies, pouring forth more sweet,
Wild above rule or art, enormous bliss.

833
God made the country, and man made the town;
What wonder then, that health and virtue, gifts,
That can alone make sweet the bitter draught
That life holds out to all, should most abound,
And least be threatened in the fields and groves?
834
Scenes must be beautiful which daily view'd,
Please daily, and whose novelty survives
Long knowledge and the scrutiny of years.
835

Milton: Par. Lost. Bk. v. Line 294.

Cowper: Task. Bk. i. Line 749.

Cowper: Task. Bk. i. Line 177.

COUNTRY LIFE-see Retirement.
Give me, indulgent gods! with mind serene,
And guiltless heart, to range the sylvan scene;
No splendid poverty, no smiling care,

No well-bred hate, or servile grandeur there.
836

Young: Love of Fame. Satire i. Line 235.

How various his employments, whom the world
Calls idle, and who justly in return

Esteems that busy world an idler too!

Friends, books, a garden, and perhaps his pen,
Delightful industry enjoyed at home,
And Nature in her cultivated trim,

Dressed to his taste, inviting him abroad.

837

Cowper: Task. Bk. iii. Line 350

They love the country, and none else, who seek
For their own sake its silence and its shade;
Delights which who would leave, that has a heart
Susceptible of pity, or a mind

Cultured and capable of sober thought?

838

Cowper: Task. Bk. iii. Line 320

Your love in a cottage is hungry,

Your vine is a nest for flies -
Your milkmaid shocks the graces,
And simplicity talks of pies!

You lie down to your shady slumber,
And wake with a bug in your ear;

And your damsel that walks in the morning

Is shod like a mountaineer.

839 COURAGE- see Activity, Daring, Fortitude, Valor, Ghosts. Screw your courage to the sticking-place, And we'll not fail.

N. P. Willis: Love in a Cottage

840

Shaks.: Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7.

By how much unexpected, by so much
We must awake endeavor for defence;
For courage mounteth with occasion.

841

Shaks.: King John. Act ii. Sc. 1. What man dare, I dare.

Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,
The arm'd Rhinoceros, or th' Hyrcanian1 tiger.
Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves
Shall never tremble.

842

Shaks.: Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4.

You must not think,

That we are made of stuff so flat and dull,

That we can let our beard be shook with danger,
And think it pastime.

843

Shaks.: Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 7.

I dare do all that may become a man:
Who dares do more is none.

844

Shaks.: Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7

He's truly valiant, that can wisely suffer
The worst that man can breathe;
And make his wrongs his outsides,
To wear them like his raiment, carelessly;
And ne'er prefer his injuries to his heart,
To bring it into danger.

845

Shaks.: Timon of A. Act iii. Sc. 5.
It is held

That valor is the chiefest virtue, and
Most dignifies the haver: if it be,

The man I speak of cannot in the world

Be singly counterpois'd.

846

Shaks.: Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 2.

1 The original reading is "the Hyrcan," but Hyrcanian, the correct term, has been suggested by critics, and is so used in Mer. of Venice, Act i'. Sc. 7, and Hamlet, Act ii. Sc. 2.

I do know Fluellen valiant,

And, touch'd with choler, hot as gunpowder,
And quickly will return an injury.

847

Shaks.: Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 7.

A valiant man

Ought not to undergo, or tempt a danger,
But worthily, and by selected ways.
He undertakes with reason, not by chance.
His valor is the salt t' his other virtues,
They're all unseason'd without it.

848

Ben Jonson: New Inn. Act iv. Sc. 3.

Come one, come all! this rock shall fly
From its firm base as soon as I.

849

Scott: Lady of the Lake. Canto v. St. 10.

What though the field be lost!
All is not lost; the ungovernable will,
And study of revenge, immortal hate,
And courage never to submit or yield;
And what is else not to be overcome.
850

Milton: Par. Lost. Bk. i. Line 105.
No thought of flight,

None of retreat, no unbecoming deed
That argued fear; each on himself relied,
As only in his arm the moment lay
Of victory.

851

Milton: Par. Lost. Bk. vi. Line 236.

The brave man seeks not popular applause,

Nor, overpower'd with arms, deserts his cause;
Unsham'd, though foil'd, he does the best he can,
Force is of brutes, but honor is of man.

852 Dryden: Palamon and Arcite. Bk. iii. Line 2015. Courage, the highest gift, that scorns to bend

To mean devices for a sordid end.

Courage an independent spark from Heaven's bright throne,

By which the soul stands raised, triumphant, high, alone. Great in itself, not praises of the crowd,

Above all vice, it stoops not to be proud.

853 George Farquhar: Love and a Bottle. Dedication

"You fool! I tell you no one means you harm." "So much the better," Juan said, "for them." 854

Byron: Don Juan. Canto v. St. 82

Byron: English Bards. Line 996

And tho' I hope not hence unscath'd to go,
Who conquers me, shall find a stubborn foe.

855

The brave man is not he who feels no fear,

For that were stupid and irrational;

But he, whose oble soul its fear subdues,

And bravely dares the danger nature shrinks from. 856

Joanna Baillie: Basil. Act iii. Sc. 1

Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.
857

Longfellow: A Psalm of Life. St. 9.

Oh fear not in a world like this,
And thou shalt know erelong,
Know how sublime a thing it is
To suffer and be strong.

858

COURT

Longfellow: Light of Stars. St. 9..

COURTIERS see Kings.

The caterpillars of the commonwealth,
Whom I have soon to weed and pluck away.

859

Shaks.: Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 3. I hardly yet have learn'd

To insinuate, flatter, bow, and bend my knee. 860

Shaks.: Richard II. Act iv. Sc. 1. Poor wretches that depend

Shaks.: Cymbeline. Act v. Sc. 4.

On greatness' favor, dream as I have done;
Wake, and find nothing.

861

Not a courtier,

Although they wear their faces to the bent
Of the king's looks, hath a heart that is not
Glad at the thing they scowl at.

862

Shaks.: Cymbeline. Act i. Sc. 1.

It is the curse of kings, to be attended

By slaves, that take their humors for a warrant
To break within the bloody house of life;
And, on the winking of authority,
To understand a law.

863

Shaks.: King John. Act iv. Sc. 2.

At the throng'd levee bends the venal tribe:
With fair but faithless smiles each varnish'd o'er,
Each smooth as those who mutually deceive,
And for their falsehood each despising each.

864
To shake with laughter, ere the jest they hear,
To pour, at will, the counterfeited tear:
And, as their patron hints the cold or heat,
To shake in dog-days, in December sweat.
865

Thomson: Liberty. Pt. v. Line 190.

Dr. Johnson: London. Line 130

A mere court butterfly,

That flutters in the pageant of a monarch.

866

Byron: Sardanapalus. Act v. Sc. 1.

COURTESY -see Politeness.

Dissembling courtesy! How fine this tyrant
Can tickle where she wounds!

Shaks.: Cymbeline. Act i. Sc. 2.

867
How sweet and gracious, even in common speech,
Is that fine sense which men call Courtesy !
Wholesome as air and genial as the light,
Welcome in every clime as breath of flowers,
It transmutes aliens into trusting friends,
And gives its owner passport round the globe.
868
COURTSHIP

see Love.

James T. Fields: Courtesy.

Bring, therefore, all the forces that you may,
And lay incessant battery to her heart;

Plaints, prayers, vows, ruth, and sorrow, and dismay,
These engines can the proudest love convert.`

869 Spenser: Amoretti and Epithalamion. Sonnet xiv.
Most fair,

Will you vouchsafe to teach a soldier terms,
Such as will enter at a lady's ear,

And plead his love-suit to her gentle heart?
870
Flatter and praise, commend, extol their graces;
Tho' ne'er so black, say they have angels' faces.
That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man,
If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.
871

Shaks.: Henry V. Act v. Sc. 2.

Shaks.: Two Gent. of V. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Gentle lady,

When I did first impart my love to you,
I freely told you all the wealth I had
Ran in my veins, I was a gentleman;
And then I told you true.

872

Shaks.: Mer. of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2. By your gracious patience,

I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver

Of my whole course of love; what drugs, what charms,

What conjuration and what magic,

(For such proceeding I am charg'd withal,)

I won his daughter.

873

Shaks.: Othello. Act i. Sc. 3.

She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd;
She is a woman, therefore may be won.

874

Shaks, Titus And, Act ii. Sc. 1

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