Anger is like A full-hot horse; who being allow'd his way, 144 Shaks.: Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 1. What sudden anger's this? How have I reap'd it? 145 Shaks.: Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2. Never anger made good guard for itself. 146 Shaks.: Ant. and Cleo. Act iv. Sc. 1. Away to heaven, respective lenity, 147 Shaks: Rom. and Jul. Act iii. Sc. 1. What to ourselves in passion we propose, Shaks.: Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2. 148 O, that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth! Then with a passion would I shake the world. 149 Shaks.: King John. Act iii. Sc. 4. You are yoked with a lamb, That carries anger as the flint bears fire; 150 Shaks.: Jul. Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 3. Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot 151 153 ANGLING. Shaks.: Tam. of the S. Act v. Sc. 2. The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish 154 Shaks.: Much Ado. Act iii. Sc. 1. Our plenteous streams a various race supply, 155 Pope: Windsor Forest. Line 14. Give me mine angle; we'll to the river there, 156 Shaks.: Ant. and Cleo. Act ii. Sc. 5. Peace, brother, be not over-exquisite To cast the fashion of uncertain evils; For, grant they be so, while they rest unknown, Milton: Comus. Line 359. To swallow gudgeons ere they're catched, 159 ANTIPATHY. Butler: Hudibras. Part ii. Canto iii. Line 923. Some men there are love not a gaping pig; Master of passion, sways it to the mood 160 ANTIQUITY. Shaks.: M. of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1. O good old man! how well in thee appears Shaks.: As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 3. How his eyes languish! how his thoughts adore That touch'd the ruff, that touch'd Queen Bess' chin. 162 Young: Love of Fame. Satire iv. Line 119. Ye distant spires, ye antique towers. 163 APATHY. Thos. Gray: On a Distant Prospect of Eton College. A man, whose blood Is very snow broth; one who never feels The wanton stings and motions of the sense: 164 APOLOGY. Shaks.: M. for M. Act i. Sc. 5. Forgive me, Valentine: if hearty sorrow I tender it here; I do as truly suffer 165 APPAREL- - see Dress. Shaks.: Two Gent. of V. Act v. Sc. 4. Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear; Shaks.: King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 6. 167 Shaks. Tam. of the S. Act iv. Sc. 3. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, 168 APPEAL. Shaks.: IIamlet. Act i. Sc. 3. I have done the state some service, and they know it, APPEARANCES. Shaks.: Othello. Act v. Sc. 2. All that glisters is not gold, 170 Shaks.: M. of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 7. There is a fair behavior in thee, captain; And though that nature with a beauteous wall 171 Shaks.: Tw. Night. Act i. Sc. 2. Appearances to save, his only care; So things seem right no matter what they are. 172 1 Churchill: Rosciad. Line 299. By outward show let's not be cheated; An ass should like an ass be treated. 173 Gay: Fables. Pt. ii. Fable 11. Full many a stoic eye and aspect stern Byron: Corsair. Canto iii. St. 21. Will make what's homely, savory. 175 Shaks.: Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 6. His thirst he slakes at some pure neighboring brook, 178 APPLAUSE. Churchill: Gotham. iii. Line 133. I would applaud thee to the very echo, 179 Shaks.: Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 3. As the shrouds make at sea in a stiff tempest, 180 Shaks.: Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 1. In words that kindle glory from the stone. 181 Schiller: The Walk. Oh popular applause! what heart of man 182 APRIL. Couper Task. Bk. ii. Line 481. Again the blackbirds sing; the streams Wake, laughing, from their winter dreams, The tassels of the maple flowers. 183 Whittier: The Singer. St. 20. Sweet April! many a thought Is wedded unto thee, as hearts are wed: Nor shall they fail till, to its autumn brought, 184 Longfellow: An April Day. St. 8. April cold with dropping rain Emerson: May-day. Line 124. I saw the Days deformed and low, The merry Spring threw wreaths on them, They shook the snow from hats and shoon, They put their April raiment on. 186 Sweet April's tears, Dead on the hem of May. 187 Emerson: May-day. Line 307. Alexander Smith: A Life Drama. Sc. viii. Ah, month that comes with rainbows crowned, And golden shadows dressed 188 -- Come, loveliest season of the year, Alice Cary: April. Phoebe Cary: Spring After the War. Come up, April, through the valley, Come and wake your flowery children 190 Phoebe Cary: An April Welcome. |