Colossus.--Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a COLOSSUS; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about SHAKESPERE, Julius Cæsar. Come one, come all!-COME ONE, COME ALL! this rock shall fly From its firm base as soon as I.—SCOTT, Lady of the Lake. Commandments.- Set my ten COMMANDMENTS in your face.SHAKESPERE, Henry VI. Selimus, Emperor of the Turks, 1594. Westward Ho! 1607. ERASMUS, Apophthegms. Commentators.-Oh! rather give me COMMENTATORS plain, CRABBE, The Parish Register. HOW COMMENTATORS each dark passage shun, YOUNG, Love of Fame. Comparisons.-COMPARISONS are odious.-BURTON, Anat. of Mel. HEYWOOD, A Woman killed with Kindness. HERBERT, Jacula Prudentum. Are odorous.—SHAKESPERE, Much Ado. Are offensive.-Don Quixote. She and COMPARISONS are odious.-Dr. JOHN DONNE. Concatenation.—A CONCATENATION accordingly. GOLDSMITH, She Stoops. Ibid., Retaliation. Conduct.-His CONDUCT still right, with his argument wrong. Confidence.-CONFIDENCE is a plant of slow growth in an aged bosom.-W. PITT. Confusion.-CONFUSION now hath made his master-piece. Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence The life o' the building.-SHAKESPERE, Macbeth. With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout, CONFUSION worse confounded.-MILTON, Paradise Lost. Conscience.-A man's own CONSCIENCE is his sole tribunal: and he should care no more for that phantom "opinion " than he should fear meeting a ghost if he cross the churchyard at dark.—LYTTON. A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet CONSCIENCE.—SHAKESPERE, Henry VIII. Conscience.-CONSCIENCE doth make cowards of us all. SHAKESPERE, Hamlet. MY CONSCIENCE hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain.-Ibid., Richard III. Consent. And whispering, "I will ne'er CONSENT," consented. BYRON, Don Juan. Consideration.-CONSIDERATION, like an angel, came Constable. SHAKESPERE, Henry V. Friend Ralph, thou hast Outrun the CONSTABLE at last.—BUTLER, Hudibras. Contented. I would do what I pleased, and doing what I pleased, I should have my will, and having my will, I should be CONTENTED; and when one is contented, there is no more to be desired; and when there is no more to be desired, there is an end of it.—CERVANTES, Don Quixote. Contentment.-The noblest mind the best CONTENTMENT has. SPENSER, Faerie Queene. Corporations.-CORPORATIONS cannot commit treason, nor be outlawed nor excommunicate, for they have no souls.-Sir EDWARD СОКЕ. Correspondent.-I will be CORRESPONDENT to command, Ibid., Lover's Complaint. Counsels.-Ah, gentle dames! it gars me greet, The husband frae the wife despises.-BURNS, Tam O'Shanter. Proverbs xi. 14. Country. Our COUNTRY! in her intercourse with foreign nations, may she always be in the right; but our country, right or wrong.— STEPHEN DECATUR, Toast at Norfolk, 1816. There's no glory like his who saves his COUNTRY. TENNYSON, Queen Mary. 'Twas for the good of my COUNTRY that I should be abroad. Coward.-When all the blandishments of life are gone, The valiant never taste of death but once. SHAKESPERE, Julius Cæsar. Cowards.-COWARDS falter, but danger is often overcome by those who nobly dare-QUEEN ELIZABETH. Creature. A CREATURE not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles. WORDSWORTH, She was a Phantom. Creed. And so the Word had breath, and wrought More strong than all poetic thought; Which he may read that binds the sheaf, And those wild eyes that watch the wave In roarings round the coral reef.--TENNYSON, In Memoriam. A Pagan suckled in a CREED outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; WORDSWORTH, Sonnets. MOORE, Come send round the wine. The knots that tangle human CREEDS.-TENNYSON, Poems. Cricket.—Save the CRICKET on the hearth.—MILTON, Il Penseroso. Crime. It is more than a CRIME, it is a political fault; words which I record because they have been repeated and attributed to others. -Memoirs of Fouché. Crimes. Tremble, thou wretch, That hast within thee undivulged CRIMES, Unwhipp'd of justice.-SHAKESPERE, King Lear. Critical. For I am nothing, if not CRITICAL.--Ibid., Othello. A mind well skill'd to find or forge a fault, A turn for punning, call it Attic salt; To Jeffrey go, be silent and discreet, His pay is just ten sterling pounds per sheet: Shrink not from blasphemy, 'twill pass for wit; And stand a critic, hated yet caress'd. BYRON, English Bards. Cruel. I must be CRUEL, only to be kind: SHAKESPERE, Hamlet. Cuckoo.-0 CUCKOO! shall I call thee bird, Or but a wandering voice?-WORDSWORTH, To the Cuckoo. Crown.-Uneasy lies the head that wears a CROWN. SHAKESPERE, Henry IV. Cupid. This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan CUPID; Ibid., Love's Labour's Lost. Curfew.-The CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, Curses.- "CURSES are like young chickens, GRAY, Elegy. And still come home to roost!"-LYTTON, Lady of Lyons. More honoured in the breach, than the observance. SHAKESPERE, Hamlet. Cut. This was the most unkindest CUT of all.—Ibid., Julius Cæsar. Cut off. CUT OFF even in the blossoms of my sin, Unhousel'd, disappointed, unaneled; No reckoning made, but sent to my account With all my imperfections on my head.-Ibid., Hamlet. Cuttle, Captain.--A character in Dickens's "Dombey and Son," combining great humour, eccentricity, and pathos, distinguished for his simplicity, credulity, and generous trustfulness. One of his famous expressions is, "When found, make a note of." Cynosure.-Meadows trim with daisies pied, Shallow brooks, and rivers wide; Towers and battlements it sees Where perhaps some beauty lies, The CYNOSURE of neighbouring eyes. -MILTON, L'Allegro. D. Dagger. Is this a DAGGER which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee: Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? SHAKESPERE, Macbeth. Daggers-Drawing.- Have always been at DAGGERS-DRAWING, Daisy. Of all the floures in the mede, Than love I most these floures white and rede, CHAUCER, Legend of Good Women. That well by reason men it call may Small service is true service while it lasts: Of humblest friends, bright creature! scorn not one: Protects the lingering dew-drop from the sun. WORDSWORTH, To a Child. The poet's darling.-Ibid., To the Daisy. Thou unassuming commonplace Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, To spare thee now is past my pow'r, Thou bonnie gem.-BURNS, To a Daisy. Myriads of DAISIES have shown forth in flower WORDSWORTH, Poems, 1833. Dame. Where sits our sulky, sullen DAME, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.-BURNS, Tam O'Shanter. |