I hate ingratitude more in a man Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness, 2423 Shaks.: Tw. Night. Act iii. Sc. 4 Blow, blow, thou winter wind, As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Although thy breath be rude. 2424 Shaks.: As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7. Song Had I but serv'd my God with half the zeal 2425 Shaks.: Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2. Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes. Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devoured As done. 2426 The monstrous bulk of this ingratitude Shaks.: Troil. and Cress. Act iii. Sc. 3 I'm rapt, and cannot cover Shaks.: Timon of A. Act v. Sc. 1. Shaks.: King Lear. Act i. Sc. 4. The hedge-sparrow fed the cuckoo so long, That it had its head bit off by its young. 2428 Ingratitude! thou marble-hearted fiend, More hideous, when thou show'st thee in a child, Is it not as this mouth should tear this hand, For lifting food to 't? 2431 Shaks.: King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4 Great minds, like heaven, are pleased in doing good, Though the ungrateful subjects of their favors Are barren in return. 2432 Rowe: Tamerlane. Act ii. Sc. 1 He that's ungrateful, has no guilt but one; AK other crimes may pass for virtues in him. 2433 Young: Busiris So the struck eagle stretch'd upon the plain, Byron: English Bards. Line 828 The thorns which I have reap'd are of the tree I should have known what fruit would spring from such a The offender's sorrow lends but weak relief To him that bears the strong offence's cross. 2437 INK. Shaks.: Sonnet xxxiv. Let there be gall enough in thy ink; Shaks.: Tw. Night. Act iii. Sc. 2. Though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter. 2438 INN-see Tavern. Whoe'er has travelled life's dull round, May sigh to think he still has found, 2439 Shenstone: Lines on Window of Inn at Henley Near yonder thorn, that lifts its head on high, 2441 INNOCENCE. Goldsmith: Des. Village. Line 219. The silence often of pure innocence Persuades, when speaking fails. 2442 George Eliot: Agatha Shaks.: Wint. Tale. Act ii. Sc. 2 Innocence shall make False accusation blush, and tyranny Tremble at patience. 2443 Shaks.: Wint. Tale. Act iii. Sc. 2 Against the head which innocence secures, Insidious Malice aims her darts in vain, Turn'd backwards by the powerful breath of heav'n. 2444 INSPIRATION. Dr. Johnson: Irene. Act v. Sc. 6 How can my Muse want subject to invent, While thou dost breathe, that pour'st into my verse For every vulgar paper to rehearse? O, give thyself the thanks, if aught in me If my slight Muse do please these curious days, INSTINCT- Then vainly the philosopher avers Shaks.: Sonnet xxxviii That reason guides our deeds, and instinct theirs. When the effects entirely are the same? Instinct and reason how can we divide? 'Tis the fool's ignorance, and the pedant's pride. 2446 Prior: Solomon on the V. of the World. Bk. i. Line 231 The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine! Feels at each thread, and lives along the line: In the nice bee what sense, so subtly true From poisonous herbs extracts the healing dew? 2447 Pope: Essay on Man. Epis. i. Line 217 Who taught the nations of the field and wood To shun their poison and to choose their food. Pope: Essay on Man. Epis. iii. Line 99 2448 2449 Pope: Essay on Man. Epis. iii. Line 173 INSTRUCTION- see Education. It is a good divine that follows his Own instructions; I can easier teach twenty 2450 INTEGRITY Shaks.: Mer. of Venice. Acti Sc. 2 see Conscience, Honor. What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted. 2451 INTELLIGENCE. Shaks.: 2 Henry VI. Act iii. Sc. 2. "Tis good-will makes intelligence. 2452 INVENTION. Emerson: The Titmouse. Line 65. Th' invention all admir'd, and each how he To be th' inventor miss'd; so easy it seem'd, Once found, which yet unfound most would have thought Impossible! 2453 IRRESOLUTION Milton: Par. Lost. Bk. vi. Line 498. see Delay, Doubt. Like a man to double business bound, I stand in pause where I shall first begin, 2454 ITALY. Shaks.: Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 3 How has kind heaven adorn'd the happy land, 2455 Addison: A Letter from Italy. Line 105. Far to the right where Apennine ascends, Its uplands sloping deck the mountain's side, While oft some temple's mould'ring tops between Goldsmith: Traveller. Line 10% Italia! O Italia! thou who hast The fatal gift of beauty, which became A funeral dower of present woes and past, On thy sweet brow is sorrow plough'd by shame, 2457 Byron: Ch. Harold. Canto iv. St. 42 Fair Italy! Thou art the garden of the world, the home IVY. Oh! how could fancy crown with thee, In ancient days, the God of Wine, And bid thee at the banquet be Companion of the vine? Ivy! thy home is where each sound Of revelry hath long been o'er; Where song and beaker once went round, But now are known no more. 2459 Mrs. Hemans: Ivy Song J. JANUARY. Come, ye cold winds, at January's call, On whistling wings, and with white flakes bestrew The earth. 2460 JEALOUSY. Ruskin: The Months. The venom clamours of a jealous woman Poison more deadly than a mad dog's tooth. 2461 Shaks.: Com. of Errors. Act v. Sc. 1. So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt. 2462 Shaks.: Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5. Trifles, light as air, Are to the jealous confirmations strong 2463 Shaks.: Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3. O, what damned minutes tells he o'er, Who dotes, yet doubts; suspects, yet fondly loves! 2464 Shaks.: Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3 Nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice: then must you speak Of one, not easily jealous, but, being wrought, 2465 Shaks.: Othello. Act v. Sc. |