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In the elder days of Art,
Builders wrought with greatest care
Each minute and unseen part;
For the Gods see everywhere.

Longfellow : The Builders.

GOLD - see Apparel, Avarice, Money, Riches

All that glisters is not gold,
Often have you heard that told;
Many a man his life hath sold;
But my outside to behold.

Shaks.: Mer. of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 7.
How quickly nature falls into revolt,
When gold becomes her object !
For this the foolish over-careful fathers
Have broke their sleep with thoughts, their brains with care.
Their bones with industry.
For this they have engrossed and pil'd up
The canker'd heaps of strange-achieved gold;
For this they have been thoughtful to invest
Their sons with arts and martial exercises :
When, like the bee, culling from every flower
The virtuous sweets;
Our thighs pack'd with wax, our mouths with honey,
We bring it to the hive; and, like the bees,
Are murther’d for our pains.

Shaks. : 2 Henry IV. Act iv. Sc. 4. O thou sweet king-killer, and dear divorce 'Twixt natural son and sire! thou bright defiler Of Hymen's purest bed! thou valiant Mars ! Thou ever young, fresh, loved, and delicate wooer, Whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow That lies on Dian's lap! thou visible god, That sold’rest close impossibilities, And mak'st them kiss! that speak'st with every tongue To every purpose! O thou touch of hearts ! Think, thy slave man rebels; and, by thy virtue, Set them into confounding odds, that beasts May have the world in empire ! 1958

Shaks.: T'imon of A. Act iv. Sc. 3

'Tis gold
Which buys admittance; oft it doth; yea, and makes
Diana's rangers false themselves, yield up
Their deer to the stand o' the stealer; and 'tis gold
Which makes the true man kill'd, and saves the thief;
Nay, sometime hangs both thief and true man : What
Can it not do, and ando?

Shaks.: Cymbeline. Act ii. Sc. 3



Gold; worse poison to men's souls,
Doing more murther in this loathsome world,
Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.

Shaks. : Rom. and Jul. Act v. Sc. 1
Judges and senates have been bought for gold;
Esteem and love were never to be sold.

Pope : Essay on Man. Epis. iv. Line 187 O cursed lust of gold! when for thy sake The fool throws up his interest in both worlds; First starved in this, then damn'd in that to come! 1962

Blair: Grave. Line 347 Because my blessings are abus’d, Must I be censur'd, curs’d, accus'd? Even virtue's self by knaves is made A cloak to carry on the trade. 1963

Gay: Fables. Pt. i. Fable 6. Can gold calm passion, or make reason shine? Can we dig peace, or wisdom, from the mine? Wisdom to gold prefer; for 'tis much less To make our fortune, than our happiness. 1964

Young : Love of Fame. Satire vi. Line 279. Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold ! Bright and yellow, hard and cold, Molten, graven, hammer'd, and rollid; Heavy to get, and light to hold; Hoarded, barter'd, bought, and sold, Stolen, borrow'd, squander'd, doled : Spurn’d by the young, but hugg’d by the old To the very verge of the churchyard mould; Price of many a crime untold; Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold ! Good or bad a thousand-fold ! How widely its agencies vary To save — to ruin - to curse to bless As even its minted coins express, Now stamp'd with the image of Good Queen Bess, And now of a bloody Mary. 1965

Hood: Miss Kilmansegg. Her Moral GOLDEN-ROD.

I lie amid the Golden-rod,
I love to see it lean and nod;
I love to feel the grassy sod
Whose kindly breast will hold me last,
Whose patient arms will fold me fast-
Fold me from sunshine and from song,
Fold me from sorrow and from wrong.
Through gleaming gates of Golden-rod
l'll pass into the rest of God.

Mary Clemmer: Goldel-Roch GOODNESS see Benevolence, Bounty.

May he live
Longer than I have time to tell his years !
Ever belov'd, and loving, may his rule be!
And, when old Time shall lead him to his end,
Goodness and he fill up one monument!

Shaks. : Henry VIII. Act ii. Sc. i 'Tis a kind of good deed to say well, And yet words are no deeds. 1968

Shaks. : Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2

Good, the more Communicated, the more abundant grows. 1969

Milton : Par. Lost. Bk. v. Line 71. And grant the bad what happiness they would; One they must want, which is, to pass for good. 1970

Pope : Essay on Man. Epis. iv. Line 91. Who does the best his circumstance allows, Does well, acts nobly; angels could no more. 1971

Young : Night Thoughts. Night ii. Line 91 The good are better made by ill, As odors crush'd are sweeter still. 1972

Rogers : Jacqueline. St. 3. Hard was their lodging, homely was their food, For all their luxury was doing good. 1973

Garth: Claremont. Line 148. Oh, sir! the good die first, And they whose hearts are dry as summer's dust, Burn to the socket.

1974 Wordsworth: The Excursion. Bk. i. Line 504. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long : And so make life, death, and that vast forever One grand, sweet song. 1975

Charles Kingsley: A Farewell. Evil and good are God's right hand and left. 1976

Bailey : Festus. Proem. Line 271.


At once, good night:
Stand not upon the order of your going,
But go at once.

Shaks.: Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4
Good night! good night! parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night, till it be morrow.

Shaks. : Rom. and Jul. Act ii. Sc. 2 212


Look, the world's comforter, with weary gait,
His day's hot task hath ended in the west:
The owl, night's herald, shrieks, -- 'tis very late;
The sheep are gone to fold, birds to their nest;
And coal-black clouds, that shadow heaven's light,
Do summon us to part, and bid good night.

Shaks. : Venus and A. Line 529
To all, to each, a fair good night,
And pleasing dreams, and slumbers light.

Scott: Marmion. Canto vi. L'Envoy

GOVERNMENT- see Kings.

Each petty hand Can steer a ship becalm’d; but he that will Govern and carry her to her ends, must know His tides, his currents, how to shift his sails; What she will bear in foul, what in fair weathers; Where her springs are, her leaks, and how to stop ’em; What strands, what shelves, what rocks do threaten her. 1981

Ben Jonson : Catiline. Act iii. Sc. I All countries are a wise man's home, And so are governments to some, Who change them for the same intrigues That statesmen use in breaking leagues; While others in old faiths and troths, Look odd, as out-of-fashion'd clothes. 1982

Butler : Hudibras. Pt. iii. Canto il. Line 1293 For forms of government let fools contest, Whate'er is best administer'd is best. 1983

Pope : Essay on Man. Epis. iii. Line 303 May you, may Cam and Isis, preach it long ! The right divine of kings to govern wrong. 1984

Pope : Dunciad. Bk. iv. Line 187 'Tis government that makes them seem divine. 1985

Shaks. : 3 Henry VI. Act i. Sc. 4. For just experience tells, in every soil, That those who think must govern those who toil. 1986

Goldsmith : Traveller. Line 371.

GRACE - see Beauty.

To some kind of men
Their graces serve them but as enemies.

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O what a world is this, when what is comely
Envenoms him that bears it.

Shaks.: As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 3

When once our grace we have forgot,
Nothing goes right.

Shaks.: M. for M. Act iv. Sc. 4.
There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip,
Nay, her foot speaks.

Shaks.: Troil. and Cress. Act iv, Sc. 5
See where she comes, apparell'd like the Spring;
Graces her subjects.

Shaks.: Pericles. Act i. Sc 1 Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye, In every gesture dignity and love. 1991

Milton: Par. Lost. Bk. viii. Line 488 'Cause grace, and virtue are within Prohibited degrees of kin; And therefore no true saint allows They should be suffer’d to espouse. 1992

Butler: Hudibras. Pt. iii. Canto i. Line 1293 A foot more light, a step more true, Ne'er from the heath-flower dash'd the dew. 1993

Scott: Lady of the Lake. Canto i. St. 18 That caressing and exquisite grace — never bold, Ever present — which just a few women possess. 1994

Owen Meredith : Lucile. Pt. i. Canto iii. St. 9. An inborn grace that nothing lacked Of culture or appliance, The warmth of genial courtesy, The calm of self-reliance. 1995

Whittier : Among the Hills. St. 23


O thou that swing'st upon the waving ear
Of some well-filled oaten beard,
Drunk every night with a delicious tear
Dropp'd thee from heaven, where thou wast reard!
The joys of earth and air are thine entire,
That with thy feet and wings dost hop and fly;
And when thy poppy works, thou dost retire
To thy carved acorn-bed to lie.

Richard Lovelace : The Grasshopper


Ah! vainest of all things
Is the gratitude of kings !


Longfellow : Belisarius

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