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Corporations Country

Corporations.- Corporations cannot commit treason, nor be outlawed, nor excommunicated, for they have no souls. SIR EDWARD COKE, 10 King's Bench Reports, 32

Corruption.

Most base is he who, 'neath the shade Of Freedom's ensign plies Corruption's trade.1

T. MOORE, Corruption

Corruption wins not more than honesty.

SHAKESPEARE, King Henry VIII, iii, 2

Corsair. He left a corsair's name to other times,
Linked with one virtue, and a thousand crimes.

BYRON, The Corsair, Canto iii, st. 24

Coughs.- Coughs are ungrateful things. You find one out in the cold, take it up and nurse it and make everything of it, dress it up warm, give it all sorts of balsams and other food it likes, and carry it round in your bosom as if it were a miniature lapdog. And by-and-by its little bark grows sharp and savage, and confound the thing! you find it is a wolf's whelp that you have got there, and he is gnawing in the breast where he has been nestling so long.

Counsel.

HOLMES, Professor at the Breakfast-Table, vi

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

SHAKESPEARE, Much Ado about Nothing, V, I

Country. To be suspected, thwarted, and withstood,
E'en when he labours for his country's good.

COWPER, Table Talk, lines 141, 142

God made the country, and man made the town.2 COWPER, The Task: The Sofa, line 749 'Twas for the good of my country that I should be

abroad.3

GEORGE FARQUHAR, The Beaux Stratagem, iii, 2

That party-coloured mass which nought can warm

But rank Corruption's heat whose quickened swarm
Spread their light wings in Bribery's golden sky,

Buzz for a period, lay their eggs, and die;

That greedy vampire which from Freedom's tomb
Comes forth with all the mimicry of bloom
Upon its lifeless cheek and sucks and drains
A people's blood to feed its putrid veins!

2 God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.

3 True patriots all; for, be it understood, We left our country for our country's good.

T. MOORE, Corruption

COWLEY, Essay V: The Garden

G. BARRINGTON, Prologue to a Play Performed by
Convicts in New South Wales

My country! 't is of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,

Of thee I sing;

Land where my fathers died,
Land of the Pilgrims' pride,
From every mountain-side
Let freedom ring.

Courage.

S. F. SMITH, America, st. I

'Tis true that we are in great danger; The greater therefore should our courage be.2 SHAKESPEARE, King Henry V, iv,

I

Court. A friend i' the court is better than a penny in purse. SHAKESPEARE, King Henry IV, Part II, v, I

Courtesies. Since when I have been debtor to you for courtesies, which I will be ever to pay and yet pay SHAKESPEARE, Cymbeline, i, 4 [5]

still.

Courtesy. I am the very pink of courtesy.

SHAKESPEARE, Romeo and Juliet, ii, 4

Our country! in her intercourse with foreign nations, may she always be in the right; but our country, right or wrong.

S. DECATUR, Toast at Norfolk, April, 1816

There is a land of every land the pride,
Beloved by Heaven o'er all the world beside;
Where brighter suns dispense serener light,
And milder moons emparadise the night;
A land of beauty, virtue, valour, truth,
Time-tutored age, and love-exalted youth.

JAMES MONTGOMERY, The West Indies, iii, st. 1

Breathes there the man, with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,

This is my own, my native land!
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned,
As home his footsteps he hath turned,

From wandering on a foreign strand!
If such there breathe, go, mark him well;
For him no minstrel raptures swell;
High though his titles, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim;
Despite those titles, power, and pelf,
The wretch, concentred all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down

To the vile dust, from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.*

SCOTT, Lay of the Last Minstrel, Canto vi, st. 6

Who is here so vile that will not love his country?

SHAKESPEARE, Julius Cæsar, iii, 2 2Courage, then! what cannot be avoided 'T were childish weakness to lament or fear.

SHAKESPEARE, King Henry VI, Part III, v, 4
SHAKESPEARE, King John, ii, 1

Courage mounteth with occasion.

* Unwept, unnoted, and for ever dead.

POPE, Odyssey, V, line 402

Courtier. Sir, I have lived a courtier all my days,
And studied men, their manners, and their ways;
And have observed this useful maxim still,
To let my betters always have their will.
Nay, if my lord affirmed that black was white,
My word was this, Your honour's in the right.

POPE, January and May, lines 156-161

Coward. When all the blandishments of life are gone,
The coward sneaks to death, the brave live on.
DR. GEORGE SEWELL, The Suicide,
from Martial, XI, Epistle 56

The man that lays his hand upon a woman,
Save in the way of kindness, is a wretch
Whom 't were gross flattery to name a coward.

JOHN TOBIN, The Honeymoon, ii, 1

Cowards.- Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once.

SHAKESPEARE, Julius Cæsar, ii, 2

A plague of all cowards!

SHAKESPEARE, King Henry IV, Part I, ii, 4

Craft. Built for freight, and yet for speed,
A beautiful and gallant craft.

LONGFELLOW, Building of the Ship, st. 4

Crazed. Crazed with care, or crossed in hopeless love. GRAY, Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard, st. 28

Creed. Sapping a solemn creed with solemn sneer.
BYRON, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iii, st. 107

Cricket. The cricket on the hearth.1

MILTON, Il Penseroso, line 82

Many a crime deemed innocent on earth

Crime.
Is registered in heaven.

COWPER, The Task:

Winter Walk at Noon, lines 439, 440

A mighty yearning, like the first

Fierce impulse unto crime!

HOOD, The Dream of Eugene Aram, st. 26

Crispian. This day is called the feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a-tiptoe when this day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.

SHAKESPEARE, King Henry V, iv,

3

1Crickets sing at the oven's mouth.- SHAKESPEARE, Pericles, iii, Prologue

Critic. Fear not to lie, 'twill seem a lucky hit;
Shrink not from blasphemy, 'twill pass for wit;
Care not for feeling - pass your proper jest,
And stand a critic, hated yet caressed.' BYRON,
English Bards and Scotch Reviewers, lines 71-74

Critical.— I am nothing, if not critical.

SHAKESPEARE, Othello, ii, I

Cross. Not she with trait'rous kiss her Saviour stung,
Not she denied him with unholy tongue,

She, while apostles shrank, could danger brave,
Last at his cross, and earliest at his grave.

E. S. BARRETT, Woman, i

The cross that our own hands fashion is the heaviest

Over whose acres walked those blessed feet
Which fourteen hundred years ago were nailed
For our advantage on the bitter cross.

SHAKESPEARE, King Henry IV, Part I, i, 1

Crow. You and I must pull a crow.

BUTLER, Hudibras, II, ii, line 500

Crowd. We met,- 'twas in a crowd.3

T. H. BAYLY, We Met

1 As soon

Seek roses in December, ice in June;

Hope constancy in wind, or corn in chaff;
Believe a woman, or an epitaph,

Or any other thing that's false, before

You trust in critics who themselves are sore.

BYRON, English Bards and Scotch Reviewers, lines 75-80

Nature fits all her children with something to do,

He who would write and can't write, can surely review,
Can set up a small booth as critic and sell us his
Petty conceit and his pettier jealousies.

LOWELL, Fable for Critics, lines 1785-1788

Did some more sober critic come abroad;
If wrong, I smiled; if right, I kissed the rod.
Pains, reading, study, are their just pretence,
And all they want is spirit, taste, and sense.
Commas and points they set exactly right,
And 't were a sin to rob them of their mite.

POPE, Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot, lines 157-162

2 We'll pluck a crow together.-SHAKESPEARE, Comedy of Errors, iii, 1

3 We met,-'t was in a mob.-Parody by Hood.

Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife,1
Their sober wishes never learned to stray;2
Along the cool, sequestered vale of life

They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
GRAY, Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard, st. 20

Crown. - Upon the summit of my crown

I have a trifling patch;

A little white amidst the brown,

An opening in the thatch.

H. S. LEIGH, The Sword of Damocles, st. 5

Young Jamie lo'ed me weel, and sought me for his bride;
But saving a croun he had naething else beside:

To make the croun a pund, young Jamie gaed to sea;
And the croun and the pund were baith for me.

LADY ANNE LINDSAY, Auld Robin Gray, st. 2

Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

SHAKESPEARE, King Henry IV, Part II, iii, 1

Cruel. I must be cruel, only to be kind.

SHAKESPEARE, Hamlet, iii, 4

Crutch. The broken soldier, kindly bade to stay,
Sat by his fire, and talked the night away;
Wept o'er his wounds, or, tales of sorrow done,
Shouldered his crutch, and showed how fields were won.
GOLDSMITH, The Deserted Village, st. 10

Cry. Oh! would I were dead now,

Or up in my bed now,
To cover my head now,
And have a good cry!

HOOD, A Table of Errata, st. 15

I could find in my heart to disgrace my man's apparel and to cry like a woman; but I must comfort the weaker vessel, as doublet and hose ought to show itself courageous to petticoat.-SHAKESPEARE, As You Like It, ii, 4

Cup. Then fill a fair and honest cup, and bear it straight

to me;

The goblet hallows all it holds, whate'er the liquid be;
And may the cherubs on its face protect me from the sin,
That dooms one to those dreadful words,-"My dear,
where have you been?"

HOLMES, On Lending a Punch-Bowl, st. 13

1 Far from gay cities and the ways of men.

POPE, The Odyssey, XIV, line 410

2 Their wants but few, their wishes all confined.

GOLDSMITH, The Traveller, st. 17