'Tis not enough your counsel still be true;
Blunt truths more mischief than nice falsehoods do.
426
Pope: E. on Criticism.

BLUSHING—see Bashfulness.

From every blush that kindles in thy cheeks,
Ten thousand little loves and graces spring
To revel in the roses.

427

Pt. iii. Line 13.

Rowe: Tamerlane. Act i. Sc. 1

The rising blushes, which her cheek o'erspread,
Are opening roses in the lily's bed.
428

Gay: Dione. Act ii. Sc. 3.

Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.

429

Pope: Epil. to Satire. Dialogue i. Line 136.

With every change his features played,
As aspens show the light and shade.

430
Girls blush, sometimes, because they are alive,
Half wishing they were dead to save the shame.
The sudden blush devours them, neck and brow;
They have drawn too near the fire of life, like gnats,
And flare up boldly, wings and all.

Scott: Rokeby. Canto iii. St. 5.

What then?

Who's sorry for a gnat . . . or girl?

431 Mrs. Browning: Aurora Leigh.

BOASTING- - see Braggart.

The empty vessel makes the greatest sound. 432

Bk. ii. Line 732.

The man that once did sell the lion's skin,
While the beast lived, was killed with hunting him.

Shaks.: Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 4.

Shaks.: Henry V. Act iv. Sc 3

Shaks.: King John. Act ii. Sc. 1

433 What cracker is this same, that deafs our ears With this abundance of superfluous breath? 434

Here's a large mouth, indeed,

That spits forth death, and mountains, rocks, and seas;

Talks as familiarly of roaring lions,

As maids of thirteen do of puppy dogs.

435

I'll rant as well as thou.

436

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

Nay, an thou❜lt mouth,

Shaks.: Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1

Shaks.: Tam. of the S. Act ii. Sc. 1

A mad-cap ruffian, and a swearing Jack,

That thinks with oaths to face the matter out.

437

We rise in glory, as we sink in pride:

Where boasting ends, there dignity begins.

438

Young: Night Thoughts. Night viii. Line 510

BOLDNESS.

In conversation boldness now bears sway,
But know, that nothing can so foolish be
As empty boldness; therefore, first assay
To stuff thy mind with solid bravery;
Then march on gallant. Get substantial worth,
Boldness gilds finely, and will set it forth.
439

BOND.

Herbert: Temple. Church Porch St 34

I'll have my bond; I will not hear thee speak; I'll have my bond; and therefore speak no more. 440

Shaks.: M. of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 3

BOOKISHNESS- see Pedantry, Learning.
The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read,
With loads of learned lumber in his head,
With his own tongue still edifies his ears,
And always list'ning to himself appears.

441

Pope: E. on Criticism. Pt. iii. Line 52.

BOOKS-see Authors, Reading.

They are the books, the arts, the academes, that show, contain, and nourish all the world.

442 Shaks.: Love's L. Lost. Act iv. Sc. 3. That book in many's eyes doth share the glory, That in gold clasps locks in the golden story.

443

A book!

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

O rare one!

Be not, as is our fangled world, a garment
Nobler than that it covers.

444

Shaks. Cymbeline. Act v. Sc. 4.

Was ever book containing such vile matter
So fairly bound.

445

Shaks.: Rom. and Jul. Act iii. Sc 2

I read books bad and good-some bad and good
At once; (good aims not always make good books;
Well-tempered spades turn up ill-smelling soils
In digging vineyards, even :) books, that prove
God's being so definitely, that man's doubt
Grows self-defined the other side the line,
Made atheist by suggestion; moral books
Exasperating to license; genial books,
Discounting from the human dignity;

And merry books, which set you weeping when
The sun shines—ay, and melancholy books,
Which make you laugh that any one should weep,
In this disjointed life, for one wrong more.

446

Mrs. Browning: Aurora Leigh. Bk. i. Line 793

By so much reading. It is rather when
We gloriously forget ourselves, and plunge
Soul-forward, headlong, into a book's profound,
Impassioned for its beauty and salt of truth-
'Tis then we get the right good from a book.

447

Mrs. Browning: Aurora Leigh. Bk. i. Line 718.
That place that does contain

My books, the best companions, is to me

A glorious court, where hourly I converse
With the old sages and philosophers;

And sometimes, for variety, I confer

With kings and emperors, and weigh their counsels.

448 Beaumont & Fletcher: The Elder Brother. Acti. Sc. 2. O books, ye monuments of mind, concrete wisdom of the wisest ;

Sweet solaces of daily life, proofs and results of immortality;

Trees yielding all fruits, whose leaves are for the healing of the nations;

Groves of knowledge, where all may eat, nor fear a flaming sword;

Gentle comrades, kind advisers; friends, comforts, treasures,

Helps, governments, diversities of tongues; who can weigh your worth?

449

Tupper: Proverbial Phil. Of Reading.

When, with gloomy fears oppressed,

The trembling-hearted fain would rest,
No opiate like a book, that charms,
By its deep spell, the mind's alarms.

450

Mrs. Hale: Three Hours. First Hour. St. 8.

Bright books! the perspectives to our weak sights,

The clear projections of discerning lights,

Burning and shining thoughts, man's posthume day,
The track of fled souls, and their milky way,

The dead alive and busy, the still voice

Of enlarged spirits.

451

Henry Vaughan: To His Books. By sucking you, the wise, like bees, do grow Healing and rich though this they do most slow, Because most choicely; for as great a store Have we of books as bees of herbs, or more: And the great task to try, then know, the good To discern weeds and judge of wholesome food, Is a rare scant performance.

452

Henry Vaughan: To His Books

Worthy books

Are not companions -- they are solitudes.

453 Books should to one of these four ends conduce, For wisdom, piety, delight, or use.

Bailey: Festus. Sc. A Village Feas

Denham Of Prudence

454 "Twere well with most, if books, that could engage Their childhood, pleased them at a riper age; The man approving what had charmed the boy, Would die at last in comfort, peace, and joy; And not with curses on his art, who stole The gem of truth from his unguarded soul.

455

Couper: Tirocinium. Line 147

Books cannot always please, however good; Minds are not ever craving for their food. 456

Crabbe: The Borough. Letter xxiv

Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know,
Are a substantial world, both pure and good;

Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood,
Our pastime and our happiness will grow.

457

Wordsworth: Personal Talk.

Some books are drenched sands,

On which a great soul's wealth lies all in heaps,
Like a wrecked argosy.

458
Books should, not business, entertain the light,
And sleep as undisturbed as death, the night.
459

Alexander Smith: A Life Drama. Sc. 2.

Cowley: Of Myself

The pleasant books, that silently among
Our household treasures take familiar places,

And are to us as if a living tongue

Spake from the printed leaves or pictured faces.

460 Longfellow: Seaside and Fireside. Dedication. St. C

Books are sepulchres of thought.

461 Longfellow: The Wind Over the Chimney. St. 8

A blessing on the printer's art!

Books are the Mentors of the heart.

The burning soul, the burdened mind,

In books alone companions find.

462

BORES.

Mrs. Hale: Three Hours. First Hour. St. 7

Who all in raptures their own works rehearse,

And drawl out measur'd prose, which they call verse.

463

Churchill: Independence. Line 295

O, he's as tedious

As is a tir'd horse, a railing wife;

Worse than a smoky house; — I had rather live
With cheese and garlic, in a windmill, far,

Than feed on cates, and have him talk to me,

In any summer-house in Christendom.

Neither a borrower nor a lender be,
For loan oft loses both itself and friend;
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
This above all, to thine own self be true;
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou can'st not then be false to any man.

466

BOUNDS.

Shaks.: Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3.

There's nothing situate under Heaven's eye,
But hath his bound, in earth, in sea, in sky.

467 BOUNTY

Shaks.: Com. of Errors. Act ii. Sc. 1.

-see Benevolence.

'Tis pity, bounty had not eyes behind;

That man might ne'er be wretched for his mind. 468

Shaks.: Timon of A. Act i. Sc. 2.

Shall I say to Cæsar

What you require of him? for he partly begs

To be desir'd to give. It much would please him
That of his fortunes you would make a staff
To lean upon.

469

Shaks.: Ant. and Cleo. Act iii. Sc. 11. For his bounty,

There was no winter in't; an autumn 'twas,
That grew the more by reaping.

470

Shaks.: Ant. and Cleo. Act v. Sc. 2

He that's liberal

To all alike, may do a good by chance,

But never out of judgment.

471

Beaumont and Fletcher: Sp. Curate. Act i. Sc. 1.