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For now the night

In clouded majesty has journey'd far,
Admonishing to rest.

FENTON, Homer, book 11.

There's husbandry in heaven,

Their candles are all out.

SHAKSPERE, Macbeth, act 2, sc. 1.

Covered with secret cloud of silent night.
SPENSER. Fairy Queen, book 4, canto 4.

Night! thou foul mother of annoyance sad,
Sister of heavy death, and nurse of woe,
Which was begot in heaven, but for thy bad
And brutish shape, thrust down to hell below-
Where thou ungracious

Half of thy days dost lead in horrour hideous.
Ibid, book 3. canto 4.

NO BUTTER, &c.

But now I fear it will be said,
No butter sticks upon his bread.

SWIFT, Pastoral Dialogue.

NO LOVE LOST.

As for murmurs, mother, we grumble a little now and then, to be sure. But there's no love lost between us. GOLDSMITH, She Stoops to Conquer, act 4.

NO MORE.

more of that, Hal, an' thou lovest me.
HAKSPERE, King Henry 4th, p. 1, act 2, sc. 4. .

NODDING TO ITS FALL.

Troy more than once did fall,

Though hireling gods rebuilt its nodding wall.
STEPNEY, Ode 9.

The foes, already, have possess'd the wall,
Troy nods from high, and totters to her fall.
DRYDEN, The Eneid, book 2.

When the loose mountain trembles from on high,
Shall gravitation cease, if you go by?

Or some old temple, nodding to its fall,
For Chartres' head reserve the hanging wall.
POPE, Essay on Man, Epi. 4, s. 1.

Still nods their palace to its fall,
Thy pride and sorrow, fair Kirkwall!
SCOTT, Last Minstrel, canto 6, st. 21.

When some neglected fabrick, nods beneath
The weight of years, and totters to the tempest,
Must heaven despatch the Messengers of light,
Or wake the dead, to warn us of its fall?

DR. JOHNSON, Irene, a Tragedy.

Whose hands were joined with mine, to raise the wall,
Of tottering Troy, now nodding to her fall.
DRYDEN, Ovid's Meta., book 12.

Destruction hangs o'er yon devoted wall,
And nodding Ilion waits th' impending fall.
POPE, The Iliad, book 2, line 17.

Now mouldering fanes and battlements arise,
Turrets and arches nodding to their fall.
GRAY, Ruins at Kingsgate.

T

NONE BUT HIMSELF.

None but himself can be his parallel.

BUCKLEY'S Sophocles. Philoctetes, p. 310.

NONE BUT THE BRAVE, &c.

None but the brave deserve the fair.

DRYDEN'S Alexander's Feast.

NOON-DAY.

Damotas and Daphnis, taking their seats at a certain fountain, in summer-time at mid-day. BANKS' Theocritus, Idyll 6, v, 1, 4,

But see the shepherds shun the noon-day heat,
The lowing herds to murmuring brooks retreat.
POPE, Pastoral 2. BANKS, supra

Fainting beneath the swelt'ring heat,
To cooling streams, and breezy shades
The shepherd and his flocks retreat,
While rustic sylvans seek the glades,
Silent the brook its borders laves,

Nor curls one vagrant breath of wind the waves..
FRANCIS' Horace, book 3, ode 29.

NOON OF BEAUTY.

O lovely babe what lustre shall adorn,

Thy noon of beauty, when so bright thy morn!

BROOM, Birthday of Trefusis,

1

NOON OF DAY.

But 'ere the noon of day, in fiery gleams,
He darts the glory of his blazing beams.
BROOM'S 43rd chapter Ecclesiasticus.

NOON OF LIFE.

When to the noon of life we rise,
The man grows elegant in vice.
BROOM, Melancholy.

NOON OF NIGHT.

Borrow Cynthia's silver white,
When she shines at noon of night
Free from clouds to veil her light.
HUGHES, The Picture.

He chas'd the Hornet in his mid-day flight,
And brought her glow-worms in the noon of night.
TICKELL, Kensington Garden.

NOR WIFE.

Nor wife, nor children, more shall he behold
Nor friends, nor sacred home.

THOMSON, Winter,

NOT A WORD.

Why, Cousin; why, Rosalind;-Cupid have mercy! not a word?

Rosalind. Not one to throw at a dog.

SHAKSPERE, As you like it, act 1, scene 3

NOT UNTO US.

Not unto us, O Lord, not unto us, but unto thy name give glory.

Psalm 115, v. 1.

O God, thy arm was here,

And not to us, but to thy arm alone,

Ascribe we all.

SHAKSPERE, Henry 5th, act 4, scène 8.

NOTHING.

Nothing! thou elder brother e'en to shade.
ROCHESTER, Poem on Nothing.

The covering sky is nothing; Bohemia nothing;
My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings,
If this be nothing.

SHAKSPERE, Winter's Tale, act 1, scene 2.

NOTHING EXTENUATE,

Nothing extenuate, nor set down aught in malice.
Ibid, Othello, act 5, scene 2.

NOTHING IN HIS LIFE, &c.

Nothing in his life

Became him like the leaving it.

Ibid, Macbeth, act 1 scene 4.

NOW IS, &c.

Now is the winter of our discontent,

Made glorious summer by this sun of York;
And all the clouds that lowr'd upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.

Ibid, Richard 3rd, act 1, scene 1.

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