Accounting woman's beauties sugared baits, But our desires, tyrannical extortion Wm. Browne. Doth force us there to set our chief delightfulness, Where but a baiting-place is all our portion. Sir P. Sidney. Fruit like that Which grew in paradise, the bait of Eve, Used by the tempter. Milton. Sweet words I grant, baits and allurements sweet, But greatest hopes of greatest crosses meet. Fairfax. How are the sex improved in amorous arts! Prior. BALM-BALMY. OH, balmy breath! that dost almost persuade Shakspere. Those rich perfumes which from the happy shore, The winds upon their balmy wings conveyed, Whose gentle sweetness first the world betrayed. Dryden. Would'st thou from sorrow find a sweet relief, In the breath of morn is balm, Balm for human woe is given. Egone. BANISHMENT. BANISH'D! the damned use that word in hell; We banish you our territories; You, cousin Hereford, on pain of death, Shakspere. Till twice five summers have enriched our fields, Shall not revisit our fair dominions, But tread the stranger paths of banisment. Shakspere. Flies may do this, when I from this must fly; They are free men, but I am banished. Shakspere. I've stoopt my neck under your injuries, Banish me! Banish your dotage; banish usury, Shakspere. Shakspere. Round the wide world in banishment we roam, Successless all her soft caresses prove, Dryden. To banish from his breast his country's love.-Pope. 'Tis not absence to be far, But to abhor is to absent; To those who in disfavour are, Sight itself is banishment. From the Spanish of Mendoza. 78 BANK. BARD. BANK-BANKERS. By powerful charms of gold and silver led, Whole droves of lenders crowd the banker's doors To call in money. Dryden. 'Tis happy when our streams of knowledge grow To fill their banks, but not to overflow. Denham. The bold encroaches on the deep, Gain by degrees huge tracts of land; We want our money on the nail, Swift. So powerful are a banker's bills Where creditors demand their due; They break up counters, doors, and tills, Swift. BARD. AND many bards, that to the trembling chord Spenser. The bard who first adorn'd our native tongue, On a rock, whose haughty brow Dryden. Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the poet stood; (Loose his beard, and hoary hair Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air;) And, with a master's hand, and prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre. All to nothing swiftly tend, For when death hath driven ye down, 1.-I am a bard Gray. From the French of Wace. 2.-Peace, peace! I know you well, I've heard your verses by the hour, sir, twanged Just at my hour of sleep. I'll have thee hanged Nay, kings decipher, and our lords are mad Till thou cam'st We were all pure in happy ignorance, Content-with love, sport, wine; and thought of nothing, Save what should be for dinner. Procter. BARGAIN. I'LL give thrice so much land To any well-deserving friend; But in the way of bargain, mark ye now, I'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair. Shakspere. Henry is able to enrich his queen; The age of bargaining, said Burke, Shakspere. Halleck. BARGE. THE barge she sat in, like a burnished throne, The winds were love-sick with them: the oars were silver, Which to the time of flutes kept stroke, and made Shakspere. Placed in a gilded barge, Waller. BARK. How like a younker, or a prodigal, Shakspere. |