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Eternity, thou pleasing, dreadful thought!

Through what variety of untried beings,

Through what new scenes and changes must we pass.
The wide, th' unbounded prospect lies before me,

But shadows, clouds, and darkness rest upon it.

1431

ETIQUETTE.

Addison: Cato. Act v. Sc

There's nothing in the world like etiquette

In kingly chambers, or imperial halls,
As also at the race and county balls.

1432

Byron: Don Juan. Canto v. St. 103

JVENING -see Night, Sunset, Twilight.

Now came still evening on; and twilight gray
Had in her sober livery all things clad:
Silence accompanied; for beast and bird,
They to their grassy couch, these to their nests,
Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale.

1433

Milton: Par. Lost. Bk. iv. Line 598

The pale child, Eve, leading her mother, Night. 1434

Alexander Smith: A Life Drama. Sc. &

The sun has lost his rage, his downward orb
Shoots nothing now but animating warmth;

And vital lustre, that, with various ray,

Lights up the clouds, those beauteous robes of heaven,
Incessant roll'd into romantic shapes,

The dream of waking fancy.

1435

Thomson: Seasons. Summer. Line 1373

And the night shall be filled with music,
And the cares that infest the day
Shall fold their tents like the Arabs,
And as silently steal away.

1436

Longfellow: The Day is Done

The day is done, and the darkness
Falls from the wings of Night,
As a feather is wafted downward
From an eagle in his flight.
1437

Longfellow: The Day is Done

The curfew tolls the knell of parting day;
The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea;

The ploughman homeward plods his weary way.
And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight.
And all the air a solemn stillness holds,

Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight,
And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds.

1438

Gray: Elegy. St...

EVENING.

Sweet was the sound, when oft, at evening's close,
Up yonder hill the village murmur rose;
There as I passed, with careless steps and slow,
The mingling notes came soften'd from below;
The swain responsive as the milkmaid sung,
The sober herd that low'd to meet their young;
The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool,
The playful children just let loose from school;
The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind
And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind;
These all in sweet confusion sought the shade,
And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made.
1439

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Goldsmith: Deserted Village. Line 113

Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast,
Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round,
And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn
Throws up a steamy column, and the cups
That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each,
So let us welcome peaceful evening in.

1440

Cowper: Task. Bk. iv. Line 36

Come, evening, once again, season of peace;
Return, sweet evening, and continue long!
Methinks I see thee in the streaky west,

With matron step, slow moving, while the night
Treads on thy sweeping train; one hand employ'd
In letting fall the curtain of repose

On bird and beast, the other charged for man
With sweet oblivion of the cares of day.

1441

Cowper: Task. Bk. iv. Line 243

It was an evening bright and still
As ever blush'd on wave or bower,
Smiling from heaven, as if nought ill

Could happen in so sweet an hour.

1442

Moore: Loves of Angels. Second Angel's Story.

How dear to me the hour when daylight dies,
And sunbeams melt along the silent sea,
For then sweet dreams of other days arise,
And memory breathes her vesper sigh to thee.
1443

Moore: How Dear to Me the Hour

The sun is set; the swallows are asleep;
The bats are flitting fast in the gray air;
The slow soft toads out of damp corners creep;
And evening's breath, wandering here and there
Over the quivering surface of the stream,

Wakes not one ripple from its silent dream.

1444

Shelley Evening

It is the hour when from the boughs
The nightingale's high note is heard;
It is the hour when lovers' vows
Seem sweet in every whisper'd word;
And gentle winds, and waters near,
Make music to the lonely ear.

1445

EVIL-see Crime, Vice.

Byron Parisina. St. 1

There is some soul of goodness in things evil,
Would men observingly distil it out.

1446

Shaks.: Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 1

Oftentimes, to win us to our harm,

The instruments of darkness tell us truths,
Win us with honest trifles, to betray us
In deepest consequence.

1447

Shaks.: Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3.

Ill deeds are doubled with an evil word.
1448
Nought is so vile that on the earth doth live,
But to the earth some special good doth give;
Nor aught so good, but strain'd from that fair use,
Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse.

Shaks.: Com. of Errors. Act iii. Sc. 2.

1449
Farewell hope! and with hope, farewell fear!
Farewell remorse! all good to me is lost.
Evil, be thou my good; by thee at least
Divided empire with heaven's king I hold.
1450
Evil springs up, and flowers, and bears no seed,
And feeds the green earth with its swift decay,
Leaving it richer for the growth of truth.

Shaks.: Rom. and Jul. Act ii. Sc. 3

1451

Milton: Par. Lost. Bk. iv. Line 108.

James Russell Lowell. Prometheus.

But evil is wrought by want of thought
As well as want of heart.

1452

XAGGERATION.

Mira de lente, as 'tis i' th' adage,

Id est, to make a leek a cabbage.

1453

EXAMPLE.

Hood: Lady's Dream.

Butler: Hudibras. Pt. i. Canto i. Line 847

The evil that men do lives after them,

The good is oft interred with their bones.

Shaks.: Jul. Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2

1454 How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world. 1455

Shaks.: Mer. of Venice. Act v. Sc. 1

EXAMPLE-EXCESS.

Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,
Show me the steep and thorny way to Heaven;
Whilst, like a puff'd and reckless libertine,
Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads.
1456

157

Shaks.: Hamlet. Act i Sc. 3.

Heaven doth with us as we with torches do,
Not light them for themselves for if our virtues
Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike
As if we had them not.

1457

By his life alone,

Shaks.: M. for M. Act i. Sc. 1.

Whittier: The Pennsylvania Pi'grim.

Gracious and sweet, the better way was shown.

1458

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EXCESS

Emerson: Threnody. Line 266.

see Extremes, Satiety.

To gild refined gold, to paint the lily,
To throw a perfume on the violet,
To smooth the ice, or add another hue
Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light

To seek the beauteous eye of Heaven to garnish,
Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.

1461

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

These violent delights have violent ends,

And in their triumph die; like fire and powder,
Which, as they kiss, consume. The sweetest honey

Is loathsome in its own deliciousness,

And in the taste confounds the appetite.

1462

Shaks.: Rom. and Jul. Act ii. Sc. 6.

Violent fires soon burn out themselves;

Small showers last long, but sudden storms are short;
He tires betimes, that spurs too fast betimes;
With eager feeding food doth choke the feeder:
Light Vanity, insatiate cormorant,

Consuming means, soon preys upon itself.

1463

Shaks.: Richard II. Act. ii. Sc. 1.

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A surfeit of the sweetest things

The deepest loathing to the stomach brings. 1464

EXCLAMATIONS.

Shaks.: Mid. N. Dream. Act ii. Sc. 3

Angels and ministers of grace, defend us! 1465

Shaks.: Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4.

O, my prophetic soul! mine uncle! 1466

Think of that, Master Brook.

1467

Shaks.: Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5.

Shaks. Mer. W. of W. Act iii. Sc. 5.

Milton: Par. Lost. Bk. i. Line 330.

Awake, arise, or be for ever fallen. 1468

Whence and what art thou, execrable Shape? 1469

EXCULPATION.

Milton: Par. Lost. Bk. ii. Line 681.

The very head and front of my offending
Hath this extent, no more.

1470

EXCUSES.

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

Oftentimes, excusing of a fault

Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse;

As patches, set upon a little breach,

Discredit more in hiding of the fault,

Than did the fault before it was so patched.

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See they suffer death;

But in their deaths remember they are men;

Strain not the laws to make their tortures grievous.

1473

EXILE -see Emigration.

Addison: Cato. Act iii. Sc. 5.

Beheld the duteous son, the sire decayed,
The modest matron, and the blushing maid,
Forc'd from their homes, a melancholy train,
To traverse climes beyond the Western main.
1474

Goldsmith: Traveller. Line 407

Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon:
The world was all before them, where to choose
Their place of rest, and Providence their guide:
They, hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow,
Through Eden took their solitary way.

1475

Milton: Par. Lost. Bk. xii. Line 64

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