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Devil. No sooner is a temple built to God, but the DEVIL builds a chapel hard by.-HERBERT, Jacula Prudentum.

Where God hath a temple, the DEVIL will have a chapel.
BURTON, Anatomy of Melancholy.

Dews.-The DEWS of the evening most carefully shun,—
Those tears of the sky for the loss of the sun.

CHESTERFIELD, Advice to a Lady in Autumn.

Dial. True as the needle to the pole,

Or as the DIAL to the sun.-BART ON BOOTH, 1733.

True as the DIAL to the sun,

Although it be not shin'd upon.-BUTLER, Hudibras.

Diamonds.-DIAMONDS cut diamonds.-FORD, Lover's Melancholy.
Die.---Ay, but to DIE, and go we know not where;

To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot;
This sensible warm motion to become
A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit
To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside

In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice;

To be imprison'd in the viewless winds

And blown with restless violence round about

The pendent world.-SHAKESPERE, Measure for Measure.

But thousands DIE without or this or that,

Die, and endow a college or a cat.-POPE, Moral Essays.
But whether on the scaffold high,

Or in the battle's van,

The fittest place where man can DIE

Is where he dies for man!-M. J. BARRY.

He that DIES pays all his debts.—SHAKESPERE, Tempest.

He that DIES this year is quit for the next.-Ibid., Henry IV.

All that lives must DIE,

Passing through nature to eternity.-Ibid., Hamlet.

To DIE is landing on some silent shore,

Where billows never break, nor tempests roar;
Ere well we feel the friendly stroke, 'tis o'er.

They never fail who DIE

S. GARTH, The Dispensary.

In a great cause.-BYRON, Marino Faliero.

To live in hearts we leave behind,

Is not to DIE.-CAMPBELL, Hallowed Ground.

Digestion. Now, good digestion wait on appetite,
And health on both !-SHAKESPERE, Macbeth.

Dirty Work.-Destroy his fib, or sophistry-in vain !

The creature's at his dirty work again.-POPE, To Arbuthnot.

Discontent.

Now is the winter of our DISCONTENT
Made glorious summer by this sun of York,
And all the clouds that lower'd upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.

Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths;
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments;
Our stern alarums chang'd to merry meetings,
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front.

SHAKESPERE, Richard III.

Discourse.-Bid me DISCOURSE, I will enchant thine ear.

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Ibid., Venus and Adonis.

For eloquence the soul, song charms the sense.
Others apart sat on a hill retired,

In thoughts more elevate, and reason'd high
Of providence, foreknowledge, will, and fate,
Fixed fate, free will, foreknowledge absolute;
And found no end, in wand'ring mazes lost.

MILTON, Paradise Lost.

Sure, He that made us with such large DISCOURSE,
Looking before and after, gave us not

That capability and godlike reason,

To fust in us unus'd.-SHAKESPERE, Hamlet.

Discretion.-DISCRETION and hard valour are the twins of honour.
And, nursed together, make a conqueror;
Divided, but a talker.-BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER.

DISCRETION the best part of valour.—Ibid.

The better part of valour is DISCRETION.-SHAKESPERE, Henry IV. CHURCHILL, The Ghost.

Disease. He who cures a DISEASE may be the skilfullest, but he that prevents it is the safest physician.-T. FULLER.

DISEASES, desperate grown,

By desperate appliance are relieved,

Or not at all.-SHAKESPERE, Hamlet.

Desperate DISEASES need desperate cures.--Proverb.

Disorder. You have displac'd the mirth, broke the good meeting,
With most admir'd DISORDER.-SHAKESPERE, Macbeth.

Disputing. The itch of DISPUTING will prove the scab of churches.
Sir HENRY WOTTON.

Dissension.-Alas! how light a cause may move

DISSENSION between hearts that love!
Hearts that the world in vain had tried,
And sorrow but more closely tied ;

That stood the storm, when waves were rough,
Yet in a sunny hour fall off,

Like ships that have gone down at sea,
When heaven was all tranquillity.

MOORE, The Light of the Harem,

Dissimulation.-DISSIMULATION is but a faint kind of policy; for it asketh a strong wit and a strong heart to know when to tell the truth and to do it. -BACON.

Distance.-'Tis DISTANCE lends enchantment to the view,
And robes the mountain in its azure hue.

CAMPBELL, Pleasures of Hope. Ditto to Mr. Burke.-At the conclusion of one of Mr. Burke's eloquent harangues, Mr. Cruger, finding nothing to add, or perhaps, as he thought, to add with effect, exclaimed earnestly, in the language of the counting-house, "I say DITTO TO MR. BURKE, I say ditto to Mr. Burke."-PRIOR, Life of Burke.

Doctor Fell.-I do not love thee DOCTOR FELL,

The reason why I cannot tell;

But this alone I know full well,

I do not love thee, Doctor Fell.-TOM BROWNE, 1704.

Doctors. Who shall decide, when DOCTORS disagree,
And soundest casuists doubt, like you and me?

Doctrine.-Prove their DOCTRINE orthodox,

POPE, Moral Essays.

By apostolic blows and knocks. -BUTLER, Hudibras.

Some to church repair,

Not for the DOCTRINE but the music there.

POPE, Essay on Criticism.

What makes all DOCTRINES plain and clear?
About two hundred pounds a year.

And that which was proved true before,

Prove false again? Two hundred more.-BUTLER, Hudibras.

Dog. And in that town a DOG was found,

As many dogs there be,

Both mongrel, puppy, whelp and hound,

And curs of low degree.—GOLDSMITH, On a Mad Dog.

The DOG, to gain his private ends,
Went mad, and bit the man.—Ibid.

The man recovered of the bite;
The DOG it was that died.-Ibid.

Dog.--I am his Highness's DOG at Kew;

Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you?-POPE, Windsor Forest.
Let Hercules himself do what he may,

The cat will mew, and DOG will have his day.

Dogs.-Let DOGS delight to bark and bite,
For God hath made them so;

Let bears and lions growl and fight,

SHAKESPERE, Hamlet.

For 'tis their nature to.-WATTS, Song xvi.

Domestic Joy.-How small, of all that human hearts endure,
That part which laws or kings can cause or cure!
Still to ourselves in every place consign'd,

Our own felicity we make or find.

With secret course, which no loud storms annoy,

Glides the smooth current of DOMESTIC JOY.

Done.

JOHNSON, Lines added to GOLDSMITH's Traveller. ]

If it were DONE, when 'tis done, then 'twere well
It were done quickly: if the assassination
Could trammel up the consequence, and catch,
With his surcease, success; that but this blow
Might be the be-all and the end-all here,

But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,-
We'd jump the life to come.-SHAKESPERE, Macbeth.
What's DONE we partly may compute,
But know not what's resisted.

BURNS, Address to the Unco' Guid.

Dotes. But, O, what damned minutes tell he o'er,
Who DOTES, yet doubts; suspects, yet strongly loves!
SHAKESPERE, Othello.

Double.-DOUBLE, double toil and trouble.-Ibid., Macbeth.
Double Sense.-And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd,
That palter with us in a DOUBLE SENSE;
That keep the word of promise to our ear,
And break it to our hope.-Ibid.

Doubt.-There lives more faith in honest DOUBT,

Believe me, than in half the creeds.—TENNYSON, In Memoriam.

When in DOUBT, win the trick.-HOYLE, Rules for Learners.

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Doubts.

Our DOUBTS are traitors,

And make us lose the good we oft might win,
By fearing to attempt.—Ibid., Measure for Measure.

But now, I am cabin'd, cribb'd, confin'd, bound in
To saucy DOUBTS and fears.-Ibid., Macbeth.

Down. He that is DOWN can fall no lower.-BUTLER, Hudibras.

He that is DOWN needs fear no fall.

BUNYAN, Pilgrim's Progress. Downs.-All in the DOWNS the fleet was moor'd.

GAY, Sweet William's Farewell.

Dream.--A change came o'er the spirit of my DREAM.

BYRON, The Dream.

I had a DREAM which was not all a dream.-Ibid., Darkness.

Dreams. Till their own DREAMS at length deceive 'em,

And, oft repeating, they believe 'em.-PRIOR, Alma.

To all, to each, a fair good-night,

And pleasing DREAMS, and slumbers light!-SCOTT, Marmion.
True, I talk of DREAMS,

Which are the children of an idle brain,

Begot of nothing but vain fantasy.

SHAKESPERE, Romeo and Juliet.

Drink.-I DRINK no more than a sponge.-RABELAIS.

If on thy theme I rightly think,

There are five reasons why men DRINK:

Good wine, a friend, because I'm dry,
Or least I should be by-and-by,

Or any other reasons why.-H. ALDRICH, Biog. Brit.

DRINK to me only with thine eyes,

And I will pledge with mine;

Or leave a kiss but in the cup,

And I'll not look for wine.-BEN JONSON, The Forest.

Drown.-O Lord, methought, what pain it was to DROWN!
What dreadful noise of water in mine ears!
What sights of ugly death within mine eyes!
Methought I saw a thousand fearful wracks;
A thousand men that fishes gnaw'd upon;
Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl,
Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels,

All scattered in the bottom of the sea;

Some lay in dead men's skulls; and in those holes
Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept,
As 'twere in scorn of eyes, reflecting gems.

SHAKESPERE, Richard III.
Drum.-Not a DRUM was heard, not a funeral note,
As his corse to the rampart we hurried.

But he lay like a warrior taking his rest,
With his martial cloak around him.

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We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone,
But we left him alone with his glory!

C. WOLFE, 1823, Burial of Sir John Moore,

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