A bold bad man.

SPENSER, Faerie Queene, I, i, st. 37

Bolt.- Don't you remember sweet Alice, Ben Bolt?

T. D. ENGLISH, Ben Bolt, st. I

.

Is it so nomi

oath that I will have my bond.
nated in the bond? . . . I cannot find it; 't is not in
the bond.

SHAKESPEARE, Merchant of Venice, iii, 1, 3; iv, 1 Bondman.- Who is here so base that would be a bondman? SHAKESPEARE, Julius Cæsar, iii, 2

Bonds.

His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles,
His love sincere, his thoughts immaculate,
His tears pure messengers sent from his heart,
His heart as far from fraud as heaven from earth.

SHAKESPEARE, Two Gentlemen of Verona, ii, 7

Bondsmen. Hereditary bondsmen! know ye not
Who would be free themselves must strike the blow?
BYRON, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto ii, st. 76

Bones. The knight's bones are dust,

And his good sword rust;

His soul is with the saints, I trust.

S. T. COLERIDGE, The Knight's Tomb

Good frend for Jesus sake forbeare
To digg the dust encloased heare,
Bleste be ye man yt spares thes stones,
And curst be he yt moves my bones.2

SHAKESPEARE, Inscription over His Tomb

An old man, broken with the storms of state,
Is come to lay his weary bones among ye;
Give him a little earth for charity!

SHAKESPEARE, King Henry VIII, iv, 2

Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold;

Thou hast no speculation in those eyes

Which thou dost glare with.-SHAKESPEARE, Macbeth, iii, 4

'This bold bad man.

SHAKESPEARE, King Henry VIII, ii, 2

What needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones

The labour of an age in piled stones?

Or that his hallowed reliques should be hid
Under a star-ypointing pyramid?

MILTON, On Shakespeare, 1630

Ill fare the hands that heaved the stones

Where Milton's ashes lay,

That trembled not to grasp the bones

And steal his dust away!

COWPER, On the Liberties Taken with the Remains of Milton, st. 5

Bonnet.- Tying her bonnet under her chin,
She tied her raven ringlets in;
But not alone in the silken snare
Did she catch her lovely floating hair,
For, tying her bonnet under her chin,
She tied a young man's heart within.

NORA PERRY, The Love Knot, st. I

Book.- 'Tis pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print;
A book's a book, although there's nothing in't.
BYRON, English Bards and Scotch Reviewers,

The Holy Book by which we live and die.

lines 51, 52

R. H. MESSINGER, A Winter Wish, st. 3

A good book is the precious life-blood of a master spirit, embalmed and treasured up on purpose to a life beyond life. MILTON, Areopagitica

As good almost kill a man as kill a good book; who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image; but he who destroys a good book kills reason itself.— Ibid.

He hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book; he hath not eat paper, as it were; he hath not drunk ink: his intellect is not replenished.

SHAKESPEARE, Love's Labour's Lost, iv, 2

Was ever book containing such vile matter

So fairly bound? Oh, that deceit should dwell
In such a gorgeous palace!

SHAKESPEARE, Romeo and Juliet, iii, 2
When comes your book forth?
Poet. Upon the heels of my presentment, sir.

Painter.

SHAKESPEARE, Timon of Athens, i, 1

Bookful. The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read,
With loads of learned lumber in his head.

POPE, Essay on Criticism, lines 612, 613

Book-learned. But of all plagues, the greatest is untold; The book-learned wife in Greek and Latin bold,

The critic-dame, who at her table sits,

Homer and Virgil quotes, and weighs their wits.

DRYDEN, Juvenal, Satire VI, lines 560-563

Books. Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested.

BACON, Essay L: Of Studies

Some books are lies frae end to end.

BURNS, Death and Doctor Hornbook

I trust in God

- and good books.
CAMPBELL, cited by John Hogben, in
Biographical Sketch, 1886

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

G. CRABBE, The Borough, Letter xxiv, lines 402, 403
Learning hath gained most by those books by which
the printers have lost.
J. FULLER, Of Books

Reading new books is like eating new bread,
One can bear it at first, but by gradual steps he
Is brought to death's door of a mental dyspepsy.

LOWELL, Fable for Critics, lines 104-106

Knowing I loved my books, he furnish'd me
From mine own library with volumes that
I prize above my dukedom.

SHAKESPEARE, The Tempest, i, 2

Bore. No iron gate, no spiked and panelled door,

Can keep out death, the postman, or the bore.

HOLMES, A Modest Request, The Scene, lines 17, 18

Bores. Got the ill name of augurs, because they were bores.
LOWELL, Fable for Critics, line 55

Borrower. Neither a borrower nor a lender be;
For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.1

SHAKESPEARE, Hamlet, i, 3

Bosom.- Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer, Though the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still

here;

Here still is the smile, that no cloud can o'ercast,
And a heart and a hand all thy own to the last.

T. MOORE, Come, Rest in This Bosom, st. 1
Boston.
Stern-eyed Puritans, who first began
To spread their roots in Georgius Primus' reign,
Nor dropped till now, obedient to some plan,
Their century fruit, the perfect Boston man.

BRET HARTE, Cadet Grey, Canto i, st. 2 Boston has opened, and kept open, more turnpikes that lead straight to free thought and free speech and free deeds than any other city of live men or dead men. HOLMES, Professor at the Breakfast Table, i

1 Who goeth a borrowing,

Goeth a sorrowing.

TUSSER, Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry: June's Abstract

Solid men of Boston,' banish long potations;
Solid men of Boston, make no long orations!

CHARLES MORRIS, Lyra Urbanica

So, long as Boston shall Boston be,

And her bay-tides rise and fall,

Shall Freedom stand in the Old South Church,

And plead for the rights of all!

WHITTIER, In the Old South, st. 13

COWPER, Hope, line 380

Bottle. Pardon me, the bottle stands with you.

Leave the bottle on the chimley-piece, and don't ask me to take none, but let me put my lips to it when I am so dispoged. DICKENS, Martin Chuzzlewit, xix

Bouillabaisse. This bouillabaisse a noble dish is

A sort of soup or broth, or brew,

Or hotchpotch of all sorts of fishes,

That Greenwich never could outdo:

Green herbs, red peppers, mussels, saffron,
Soles, onions, garlic, roach, and dace:

All these you eat at Terré's tavern,

Bounty.

In that one dish of bouillabaisse.

THACKERAY, The Ballad of Bouillabaisse, st. 2

For his bounty,

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

SHAKESPEARE, Antony and Cleopatra, v, 2

Bowed. My God has bowed me down to what I am;
My grief and solitude have broken me.

TENNYSON, Enoch Arden, lines 852, 853

Bowl. Troll the bowl, the jolly nut-brown bowl,
And here, kind mate, to thee!

Let's sing a dirge for Saint Hugh's soul,

And down it merrily.

DEKKER, The Second Three Men's Song, in

1A solid man of Boston,

A comfortable man, with dividends,

The Shoemaker's Holiday, v, 4

And the first salmon, and the first green peas.

LONGFELLOW, New England Tragedies: John Endicott, iv, 1

2 Also quoted in this form:

Solid men of Boston, make no long orations;
Solid men of Boston, banish strong potations!

Box. The whole machinery of the State, all the apparatus of the system, and its varied workings, end in simply bringing twelve good men into a box.

BROUGHAM, Present State of the Law

Boxes. A beggarly account of empty boxes.

SHAKESPEARE, Romeo and Juliet, v, 1

Boy.- Ah! happy years! once more who would not be a boy?1 BYRON, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto ii, st. 23

A boy's will is the wind's will,

And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.

Oh, 'tis a parlous [perilous] boy;

LONGFELLOW, My Lost Youth

SHAKESPEARE, King Richard III, iii, 1

Fill our bowls once more;2

Bold, quick, ingenious, forward, capable.

Bowls.

Let's mock the midnight bell.

SHAKESPEARE, Antony and Cleopatra, iii, 13 [11]

Brain. With curious art the brain, too finely wrought,
Preys on herself, and is destroyed by thought.

C. CHURCHILL, Epistle to Hogarth

This is the very coinage of your brain.

SHAKESPEARE, Hamlet, iii, 4

The brain may devise laws for the blood, but a hot temper leaps o'er a cold decree.

SHAKESPEARE, Merchant of Venice, i, 2

Brains. Our brains are seventy-year clocks. The Angel of Life winds them up once for all, then closes the case, and gives the key into the hand of the Angel of the Resurrection. HOLMES, Autocrat of the Breakfast Table, viii

Cudgel thy brains no more about it, for your dull ass will not mend his pace with beating.

SHAKESPEARE, Hamlet, v, I

O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains!-SHAKESPEARE, Othello, ii, 3

'Perhaps 't was boyish love, yet still,

O listless woman, weary lover!

To feel once more that fresh, wild thrill
I'd give but who can live youth over?

STEDMAN, The Doorstep, st. 12

2"Fill our bowls; once more," according to differing versions.