S.

Much Ado About Nothing. Act II. Sc. 1. Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye, Not utter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues.

t. Love's Labour's Lost. Act II. Sc. 1. Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good; A shining gloss that vadeth suddenly; A flower that dies when first it 'gins to bud; A brittle glass that's broken presently; A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower,

Lost, vaded, broken, dead within an
hour.

Of Nature's gifts thou may'st with lilies boast, And with the half-blown rose.

a. King John. Act III. Sc. 1.

O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night,
As a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear:
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
b. Romeo and Juliet. Act I. Sc. 5.
Say that she frown; I'll say she looks as clear
As morning roses newly wash'd with dew.
C. Taming of the Shrew. Act II. Sc. 1.
See where she comes, apparell'd like the
Spring.

d. Pericles. Act. I. Sc. 1.

There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple:
If the ill spirit have so fair a house,
Good things will strive to dwell with't.
e. Tempest. Act I. Sc. 2.

'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white, Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on. f. Twelfth Night. Act 1. Sc. 5.

I pray thee, O God, that I may be beautiful within.

g. SOCRATES.

h.

Her face so faire, as flesh it seemed not,
But hevenly pourtraict of bright angels hew,
Cleare as the skye withouten blame or blot,
Through goodly mixture of complexion's dew.
SPENSER--Faerie Queene. Canto III.
St. 22.
Her face is like the milky way i' the sky,
A meeting of gentle lights without a name.
i. Sir JOHN SUCKLING--Brennoralt.

Act III. She stood a sight to make an old man young. J. TENNYSON- The Gardener's Daughter. Loveliness

Needs not the foreign aid of ornament, But is, when unadorn'd, adorn'd the most. k. THOMSON-The Seasons. Autumn.

Line 204. Though tless of beauty, she was beauty's self. 1. THOMSON-The Seasons. Autumn. Line 209.

Beauty with a bloodless conquest, finds A welcome sov'reignty in rudest minds. m. WALLER--Upon His Majesty's Repairing of St. Paul's. And beauty born of murmuring sound. 21. WORDSWORTH-Three Years she Grew in Sun and Shower.

What's female beauty but an air divine Through which the mind's all-gentle graces shine.

BACON-Essays. Of Atheism.

O how far removed, Predestination! is thy foot from such As see not the First Cause entire: and ye, O mortal men! be wary how ye judge: For we, who see the Maker, know not yet The number of the chosen; and esteem Such scantiness of knowledge our delight: For all our good is, in that primal good, Concentrate; and God's will and ours are

aa.

one.

DANTE- Vision of Paradise.
Canto XX.

You can and you can't,

You will and you won't;

You'll be damn'd if you do,

You'll be damn'd if you don't.

Line 122.

bb. LORENZO DOW-Chain (Definition of

Calvinism).

If I am right thy grace impart,
Still in the right to stay;

If I am wrong, O teach my heart
To find that better way!

h. POPE-Universal Prayer.

Slave to no sect, who takes no private road, But looks through nature up to nature's God. i. POPE-Essay on Man. Line 330.

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.
J. PRAED--Poems of Life and Manners.
Pt. II. The Vicar. St. 9.

'Orthodoxy, my Lord," said Bishop Warburton, in a whisper," orthodoxy is my doxy,-heterodoxy is another man's doxy." k. JOSEPH PRIESTLY-- Memoirs.

No one is so much alone in the universe as a denier of God. With an orphaned heart, which has lost the greatest of fathers, he stands mourning by the immeasurable corpse of nature, no longer moved or sustained by the Spirit of the universe, but growing in its grave; and he mourns, until he himself crumbles away from the dead body.

1. RICHTER-Flower, Fruit, and Thorn Pieces. First Flower Piece.

Henry VIII. Act IV. Sc. 2.

What ardently we wish, we soon believe. p. YOUNG-Night Thoughts. Night VII. Pt. II. Line 1311.

BELLS.

How sweet the tuneful bells' responsive peal!
BOWLES-Fourteen Sonnets.
9.
Ostend.
On Hearing the Bells at Sea.

But just as he began to tell,
The auld kirk-hammer strak the bell,
Some wee short hour ayont the twal,
Which raised us baith.
BURNS-Death and Dr. Hornbook.

8.

St. 31.

That all-softening, overpowering knell,
The tocsin of the Soul-the dinner bell.
BYRON-Don Juan. Canto V. St. 49.
How soft the music of those village bells,
Falling at intervals upon the ear
In cadence sweet.