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Colossus.--Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world

Like a COLOSSUS; and we petty men

Walk under his huge legs, and peep about
To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Men at some time are masters of their fates;
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.

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,
Who with no deep researches vex the brain;
Who from the dark and doubtful love to run,
And hold their glimmering tapers to the sun.

CRABBE, The Parish Register.

HOW COMMENTATORS each dark passage shun,
And hold their farthing candle to the sun.

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.

Conduct.--HiS CONDUCT still right, with his argument wrong.

Ibid., Retaliation. Confidence.-CONFIDENCE is a plant of slow growth in an aged bosom.-W. PITT.

Confusion.-CONFUSION now hath made his master-piece.

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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
And whipp'd th' offending Adam out of him.

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,
And do my spriting gently.--SHAKESPERE, Tempest.
Counsel.--COUNSEL may stop awhile what will not stay.

Ibid., Lover's Complaint.

Counsels.-Ah, gentle dames! it gars me greet,
To think how monie COUNSELS Sweet,
How monie lengthened sage advices,

The husband frae the wife despises.-BURNS, Tam O'Shanter.
Counsellors. In the multitude of COUNSELLORS there is safety.

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.
FARQUHAR, Beaux' Stratagem.

Coward.-When all the blandishments of life are gone,
The COWARD sneaks to death, the brave live on.--Dr. SEWELL.
Cowards.-CoWARDS die many times before their deaths;

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
With human hands the CREED of creeds
In loveliness of perfect deeds,
More strong than all poetic thought;

Which he may read that binds the sheaf,
Or builds the house, or digs the grave,

And those wild eyes that watch the wave

In roarings round the coral reef.--TENNYSON, In Memoriam.
Great God! I'd rather be

A Pagan suckled in a CREED outworn;

So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,

Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn ;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea,

Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.

WORDSWORTH, Sonnets. Creeds. Shall I ask the brave soldier, who fights by my side In the cause of mankind, if our CREEDS agree?

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.
Critics.-A man must serve his time to ev'ry trade,
Save censure; CRITICS all are ready-made,
Take hackney'd jokes from Miller, got by rote,
With just enough of learning to misquote:

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:
Fear not to lie, 'twill seem a lucky hit;

Shrink not from blasphemy, 'twill pass for wit;
Care not for feeling, pass your project jest.

And stand a critic, hated yet caress'd.

BYRON, English Bards.

Cruel. I must be CRUEL, only to be kind:

Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.

SHAKESPERE, Hamlet.

Cuckoo.-O 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 ;
Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms,
Th' anointed sovereign of sighs and groans,
Liege of all loiterers and malcontents.

Ibid., Love's Labour's Lost.

Curfew. 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.

Curses." CURSES are like young chickens,

GRAY, Elegy.

And still come home to roost!"-LYTTON, Lady of Lyons.

Custom. But to my mind,-though I am native here,
And to the manner born,-it is a CUSTOM

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
Bosom'd high in tufted trees,
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:
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.

Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
To feeling, as to sight? or art thou but
A dagger of the mind, a false creation,

Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?

SHAKESPERE, Macbeth.

Daggers-Drawing.- Have always been at DAGGERS-DRAWING,
And one another clapper-clawing.—BUTLER, Hudibras.

Daisy. Of all the floures in the mede,

Than love I most these floures white and rede,
Soch that men callen DAISIES in our toun.

CHAUCER, Legend of Good Women.

That well by reason men it call may
The DAISIE, or els the eye of the day,
The emprise, and floure of floures all.-Ibid.

Small service is true service while it lasts:

Of humblest friends, bright creature! scorn not one:
The DAISY, by the shadow that it casts,

Protects the lingering dew-drop from the sun.

WORDSWORTH, To a Child.

The poet's darling.-Ibid., To the Daisy.

Thou unassuming commonplace
Of Nature.-Ibid.

Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r,
Thou's met me in an evil hour;
For I maun crush amang the stoure
Thy slender stem:

To spare thee now is past my pow'r,

Thou bonnie gem.-BURNS, To a Daisy.

Myriads of DAISIES have shown forth in flower
Near the lark's nest, and in their natural hour
Have passed away; less happy than the one
That, by the unwilling ploughshare, died to prove
The tender charm of poetry and love.

WORDSWORTH, Poems, 1833.

Dame. Where sits our sulky, sullen DAME,
Gathering her brows like gathering storm,

Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.-BURNS, Tam O'Shanter.

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