COQUETTE -see Flirtation.
Or light or dark, or short or tall,
She sets a springe to snare them all,
All's one to her above her fan

She'd make sweet eyes at Caliban. 812

T. B. Aldrich Coquette.

From loveless youth to unrespected age
No passion gratified, except her rage;
So much the fury still outran the wit,
The pleasure miss'd her, and the scandal hit.
813

:

Pope: Moral Essays. Epis. ii. Line 125.

See how the world its veterans rewards!
A youth of frolics, an old age of cards;
Fair to no purpose, artful to no end;
Young without lovers, old without a friend;
A fop their passion, but their prize a sot;
Alive, ridiculous; and dead, forgot!

Pope: Moral Essays. Epis. ii. Line 243.

she wants a heart.

814 "With every pleasing, every prudent part, Say, What can Chloe want?" She speaks, behaves, and acts just as she ought; But never, never reach'd one generous thought. 815 Pope: Moral Essays. Epis. ii. Line 159 Bright as the sun her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. 816 Pope: R. of the Lock. Canto ii. Line 13. Now Laura moves along the joyous crowd, Smiles in her eyes, and simpers in her lips; To some she whispers, others speaks aloud; To some she curtsies, and to some she dips. 817 Such is your cold coquette, who can't say “No,” And won't say "Yes," and keeps you on and offing On a lee-shore, till it begins to blow;

Byron: Beppo. St. 65

Then sees your heart wreck'd with an inward scoffing:
This works a world of sentimental woe,

And sends new Werters yearly to their coffin.

818

Byron: Don Juan. Canto xii. St. 63.

CORRUPTION -see Bribes.

Corruption is a tree, whose branches are

Of an unmeasurable length: they spread

Ev'rywhere; and the dew that drops from thence

Hath infected some chairs and stools of authority.

819 Beaumont & Fletcher: Hon. Man's For. Act iii. Sc. 3.

Our supple tribes repress their patriot throats,

And ask no questions but the price of votes.

820

Dr. Johnson: Vanity of H. W. Line 95.

He who tempts, though in vain, at last asperses
The tempted with dishonor foul, supposed
Not incorruptible of faith, not proof
Against temptation.

821

Milton: Par. Lost. Bk. ix. Line 296

At length corruption, like a general flood,
(So long by watchful ministers withstood,)
Shall deluge all; and avarice creeping on,
Spread like a low-born mist, and blot the sun.
822

Pope: Moral Essays. Epis. iii. Line 135

Here let those reign, whom pensions can incite,
To vote a patriot black, a courtier white,
Explain their country's dear-bought rights away,
And plead for pirates in the face of day.
823

Dr. Johnson: London. Line 51

This mournful truth is everywhere confess'd,
Slow rises worth by poverty depress'd:

But here more slow, where all are slaves to gold,
Where looks are merchandise, and smiles are sold.
824

Dr. Johnson: London. Line 166

Thieves at home must hang; but he that puts
Into his overgorged and bloated purse
The wealth of Indian provinces, escapes.

825

Cowper: Task. Bk. i. Line 736.

Whoso seeks an audit here

Propitious, pays his tribute, game or fish, Wild fowl or venison, and his errand speeds. 826

Cowper: Task. Bk. iv. Line 61C

"Tis pleasant purchasing our fellow-creatures,
And all are to be sold, if you consider

Their passions, and are dext'rous; some by features
Are bought up, others by a warlike leader;

Some by a place, as tend their years or natures;
The most by ready cash- but all have prices,
From crowns to kicks, according to their vices.
827

Byron: Don Juan. Canto v. St. 27

When rogues like these, (a Sparrow cries,)
To honors and employments rise,

I court no favor, ask no place;
From such preferment is disgrace.
828

COTTLE.

Gay: Fables. Pt. ii. Fable 2

O Amos Cottle! Phoebus! what a name!

829

Byron: Eng. Bards. Line 399

COUNSEL -see Advice.

I pray thee, cease thy counsel, Which falls into mine ears as profitless As water in a sieve.

O'er erring deeds and thoughts a heav'nly hue

Of words, like sunbeams, dazzling as they pass'd.

see Home.

Byron: Ch. Harold. Canto iii. St. 77

A wilderness of sweets; for Nature here
Wanton'd as in her prime, and play'd at will
Her virgin fancies, pouring forth more sweet,
Wild above rule or art, enormous bliss.

833
God made the country, and man made the town;
What wonder then, that health and virtue, gifts,
That can alone make sweet the bitter draught
That life holds out to all, should most abound,
And least be threatened in the fields and groves?
834
Scenes must be beautiful which daily view'd,
Please daily, and whose novelty survives
Long knowledge and the scrutiny of years.

Milton: Par. Lost. Bk. v. Line 294.

835

Cowper: Task. Bk. i. Line 749

Cowper: Task. Bk. i. Line 177.

COUNTRY LIFE-see Retirement.

Give me, indulgent gods! with mind serene,
And guiltless heart, to range the sylvan scene;
No splendid poverty, no smiling care,

No well-bred hate, or servile grandeur there.

836

Young: Love of Fame. Satire i. Line 235

How various his employments, whom the world

Calls idle, and who justly in return

Esteems that busy world an idler too!

Friends, books, a garden, and perhaps his pen,
Delightful industry enjoyed at home,
And Nature in her cultivated trim,

Dressed to his taste, inviting him abroad.

837

Cowper: Task. Bk. iii. Line 350

They love the country, and none else, who seek
For their own sake its silence and its shade;
Delights which who would leave, that has a heart
Susceptible of pity, or a mind

Cultured and capable of sober thought?

838

Cowper: Task. Bk. iii. Line 32

Your love in a cottage is hungry,
Your vine is a nest for flies-
Your milkmaid shocks the graces,
And simplicity talks of pies!

You lie down to your shady slumber,
And wake with a bug in your ear;

And your damsel that walks in the morning

Is shod like a mountaineer.

839 COURAGE- - see Activity, Daring, Fortitude, Valor, Ghosts, Screw your courage to the sticking-place, And we'll not fail.

N. P. Willis: Love in a Cottage

840

Shaks.: Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7.

By how much unexpected, by so much
We must awake endeavor for defence;
For courage mounteth with occasion.

841

Shaks.: King John. Act ii. Sc. 1. What man dare, I dare.

Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,
The arm'd Rhinoceros, or th' Hyrcanian1 tiger.
Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves
Shall never tremble.

842

Shaks.: Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4.

You must not think,

That we are made of stuff so flat and dull,

That we can let our beard be shook with danger,
And think it pastime.

843

Shaks.: Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 7.

I dare do all that may become a man:
Who dares do more is none.

844

Shaks.: Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7.

He's truly valiant, that can wisely suffer
The worst that man can breathe;

And make his wrongs his outsides,

To wear them like his raiment, carelessly;
And ne'er prefer his injuries to his heart,
To bring it into danger.

845

Shaks.: Timon of A. Act iii. Sc. 5. It is held

That valor is the chiefest virtue, and
Most dignifies the haver: if it be,

The man I speak of cannot in the world
Be singly counterpois'd.

846

Shaks.: Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 2.

1 The original reading is "the Hyrcan," but Hyrcanian, the correct term, has been suggested by critics, and is so used in Mer. of Venice, Act i'. Sc. 7 and Hamlet, Act ii. Sc. 2.

I do know Fluellen valiant,

And, touch'd with choler, hot as gunpowder,
And quickly will return an injury.

847

Shaks.: Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 7

A valiant man

Ought not to undergo, or tempt a danger,
But worthily, and by selected ways.
He undertakes with reason, not by chance.
His valor is the salt t' his other virtues,
They're all unseason'd without it.

848

Ben Jonson: New Inn. Act iv. Sc. 3

Come one, come all! this rock shall fly
From its firm base as soon as I.

849

Scott: Lady of the Lake. Canto v. St. 10

What though the field be lost!
All is not lost; the ungovernable will,
And study of revenge, immortal hate,
And courage never to submit or yield;
And what is else not to be overcome.
850

Milton: Par. Lost. Bk. i. Line 105
No thought of flight,

None of retreat, no unbecoming deed
That argued fear; each on himself relied,
As only in his arm the moment lay
Of victory.

851

Milton: Par. Lost. Bk. vi. Line 236

The brave man seeks not popular applause,

Nor, overpower'd with arms, deserts his cause;
Unsham'd, though foil'd, he does the best he can,
Force is of brutes, but honor is of man.

852 Dryden Palamon and Arcite. Bk. iii. Line 2015 Courage, the highest gift, that scorns to bend

To mean devices for a sordid end.

Courage an independent spark from Heaven's brigh: throne,

By which the soul stands raised, triumphant, high, alone. Great in itself, not praises of the crowd,

Above all vice, it stoops not to be proud.

853 George Farquhar: Love and a Bottle. Dedication

"You fool! I tell you no one means you harm." "So much the better," Juan said, "for them." 854

Byron: Don Juan. Canto v. St. 82

Byron: English Bards. Line 998

And tho' I hope not hence unscath'd to go,
Who conquers me, shall find a stubborn foe.

855