And with no little study, that my teaching
And the strong course of my authority

Might go one way.

5117

Teachers men honor, learners they allure; But learners teaching, of contempt are sure. Scorn is their certain meed, and smart their only cure. 5118 Crabbe: Learned Boy. Last lines. TEARS-see Affection, Grief, Love, Petitions, Sympathy Weeping.

The big round tears

Cours'd one another down his innocent nose
In piteous chase.

5119

Shaks.: As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 1. What's the matter,

That this distempered messenger of wet, The many-colored Iris, rounds thine eye? 5120

Shaks.: All's Well. Act i. Sc. 3

I am not prone to weeping, as our sex
Commonly are; the want of which vain dew,
Perchance shall dry your pities: but I have
That honorable grief lodg'd here, which burns
Worse than tears drown.

5121

Shaks.: Wint. Tale. Act ii. Sc. 1

Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes,
For villany is not without such rheum;
And he, long traded in it, makes it seem
Like rivers of remorse and innocency.
5122

Shaks.: King John. Act iv. Sc. 3

Let me wipe off this honorable dew,
That silverly doth progress of thy cheeks;
My heart hath melted at a lady's tears,
Being an ordinary inundation;

But this effusion of such manly drops,

This shower, blown up by tempest of the soul,
Startles mine eyes, and makes me more amaz'd
Than had I seen the vaulty top of heaven
Figur'd quite o'er with burning meteors.

5123

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

The pretty and sweet manner of it forc'd

Those waters from me which I would have stopp'd;
But I had not so much of man in me,

But all my mother came into mine eyes,

And gave me up to tears.

5124

Shaks.: Henry V Act iv. Sc. 6

To weep, is to make less the depth of grief:
Tears, then, for babes; blows and revenge for me.
5125
Shaks.: 3 Henry VI. Act ii. Sc. 1

What I should say

My tears gainsay for every word I speak,
Ye see, I drink the water of mine eyes.

Shaks.: 3 Henry VI. Act v. Sc. 4

5126 Those eyes of thine from mine have drawn salt tears: Sham'd their aspects with store of childish drops.

5127

Shaks.: Richard III. Act i. Sc. 2

I did not think to shed a tear
In all my miseries; but thou hast fore'd me,
Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman.
5128

Shaks.: Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2
He has strangled

His language in his tears.

5129

Shaks.: Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 1.

Touch me with noble anger!

O, let not women's weapons, water-drops,
Stain my man's cheek!

5130

Shaks.: King Lear. Act ii. Sc. 4
You have seen

Sunshine and rain at once: her smiles and tears
Were like a better day: those happy smiles
That play'd on her ripe lip, seem'd not to know
What guests were in her eyes; which parted thence,
As pearls from diamonds dropp'd.

5131

Shaks.: King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 3.

Then fresh tears

Stood on her cheeks, as doth the honey-dew
Upon a gather'd lily almost wither'd.
5132

Shaks.: Titus And. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Shaks.: Rom. and Jul. Act iv. Sc. 1.

Venus smiles not in a house of tears.
5133

"O father, what a hell of witchcraft lies
In the small orb of one particular tear!
But with the inundation of the eyes,
What rocky heart to water will not wear?"
5134

Shaks.: Lover's Complaint. Line 288.

Our present tears here, not our present laughter,
Are but the handsells of our joys hereafter.
5135

Herrick: Noble Numbers. Tears

She by the river sat, and sitting there,
She wept, and made it deeper by a tear.

5136

Herrick Aph. Another Upon Mer Weeping

Thrice he assay'd, and thrice in spite of scorn,
Tears, such as angels weep, burst forth.

5137

Milton: Par. Lost. Bk. i. Line 619
Thy tears are no reproach:

Tears oft look graceful on the manly check;
The cruel cannot weep. Even friendship's eye
Gives thee the drop it would refuse itself.

5138

Thomson: Sophonisba. Act v. Sc. !

Hide not thy tears; weep boldly . . . and be proud
To give the flowing virtue manly way:

'Tis nature's mark, to know an honest heart by.
Shame on those breasts of stone that cannot melt
In soft adoption of another's sorrow.

5139

Aaron Hill: Alzira. Act ì

The tear down childhood's cheek that flows,
Is like the dewdrop on the rose;
When next the summer breeze comes by,
And waves the bush, the flower is dry.
5140

Scott: Rokeby, Canto iv. St. 11

A child will weep a bramble's smart,
A maid to see her sparrow part,
A stripling for a woman's heart:
But woe awaits a country, when
She sees the tears of bearded men.
5141

Scott: Marmion. Canto v. St. 16.

So bright the tear in Beauty's eye,
Love half regrets to kiss it dry;
So sweet the blush of Bashfulness,
Even Pity scarce can wish it less!
5142
Byron: Bride of Ab.
What gem hath dropp'd and sparkles o'er his chain?
The tear most sacred, shed for others' pain,
That starts at once
Already polished by the hand divine!

5143

Canto i. St. a

bright — pure — from pity's mine,

Byron: Corsair. Canto ii. St. 15

Oh! too convincing — dangerously dear

In woman's eye the unanswerable tear!

That weapon of her weakness she can wield,

To save, subdue - at once her spear and shield;
Avoid it virtue ebbs and wisdom errs,
Too fondly gazing on that grief of hers!
What lost a world, and bade a hero fly?
The timid tear in Cleopatra's eye.

5144
None are so desolate but something dear,
Dearer than self, possesses or possess'd
A thought, and claims the homage of a tear.

Byron: Corsair. Canto ii. St. 15

5145

Byron Ch. Harold. Canto ii. St. 24

She was a good deal shock'd; not shock'd at tears.
For women shed and use them at their liking;
But there is something when man's eye appears
Wet, still more disagreeable and striking.

5146

Byron: Don Juan. Canto v. St 118

Hide thy tears

I do not bid thee not to shed them - 'twere
Easier to stop Euphrates at its source
Than one tear of a true and tender heart ·
But let me not behold them; they unman me.
5147

Byron: Sardanapalus. Act iv. Sc. 1.

I wish'd but for a single tear,

As something welcome, new and dear,
I wish'd it then, I wish it still,
Despair is stronger than my will.

5148

Byron: Giaour. Line 1263.

When friendship or love our sympathies move,
When truth in a glance should appear,

The lips may beguile with a dimple or smile,
But the test of affection's a tear.

5149

Byron: The Tear.

May no marble bestow the splendor of woe,
Which the children of vanity rear;

No fiction of fame shall blazon my name,
All I ask all I wish-is a Tear.

5150

Byron: The Tear.

To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Wordsworth: Intimations of Immortality.

5151

My tears must stop, for every drop
Finders needle and thread.

5152

Hood: Song of the Shirt

Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,

In looking on the happy Autumn fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.

5153

Tennyson: The Princess. Pt. iv. Line 21

The smile that illumines the features of beauty,
When kindled by virtue, alluring appears;
But smiles, tho' alluring, no magic can borrow,
To vie with the softness of beauty in tears.
The smiles that are sweetest are often deceiving;
Too often a mask which the cold-hearted wears;
But a tear is the holiest offspring of feeling,
And monarchs are weak before beauty in tears.
5154

Bohn: Ms.

Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile.

Campbell: Pl. of Hope. Pt. i. Line 180

5155

ГЕЕТН.

Some ask'd how pearls did grow, and where?
Then spoke I to my Girl,

To part her lips, and show'd them there

The quarrelets of Pearl.

5156 Herrick Rock of Rubies and Quarry of Pearis

TELEGRAPH.

O star-eyed Science! hast thou wander'd there,

To waft us home the message of despair?

5157

TEMPER

Campbell: Pl. of Hope. Pt. ii. Line 325

see Discretion.

Think you, a little din can daunt mine ears?
Have I not in my time heard lions roar?
Have I not heard the sea, puff'd up with winds,
Rage like an angry boar, chafed with sweat?
Have I not heard great ordnance in the field,
And heaven's artillery thunder in the skies?
Have I not in a pitched battle heard

Loud 'larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets' clang?
And do you tell me of a woman's tongue?
5158
Shaks.: Tam. of the S. Act i. Sc. 2
Oh! blest with temper, whose unclouded ray
Can make to-morrow cheerful as to-day.

5159

Pope: Moral Essays. Epis. ii. Line 257

TEMPERANCE-see Abstinence, Old Age, Water.
If all the world

Should, in a pet of temperance, feed on pulse,
Drink the clear stream, and nothing wear but frieze,
The All-giver would be unthank'd, would be unprais'd;
Not half his riches known, and yet despis'd;
And we should serve him as a grudging master,
As a penurious niggard of his wealth;

And live like Nature's bastards, not her sons.
5160

Milton: Comus. Line 72C

Impostor! do not charge most innocent Nature
As if she would her children should be riotous
With her abundance. She, good cateress,
Means her provision only to the good,
That live according to her sober laws,
And holy dictate of spare Temperance.
5161

Milton: Comus. Line 762