O beware, my lord, of jealousy;

It is the green-eyed monster, which doth mock
The meat it feeds on.

2466

Shaks:: Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3

Think'st thou I'd make a life of jealousy,

To follow still the changes of the moon

With fresh suspicions? No: to be once in doubt,
Is once to be resolved.

2467

Shaks.: Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3

Where Love reigns, disturbing Jealousy
Doth call himself Affection's sentinel;
Gives false alarms, suggesteth mutiny,
And in a peaceful hour doth cry, "Kill, kill!"
Distempering gentle love in his desire,
As air and water do abate the fire.
2468

Shaks.: Venus and A. Line 649

No true love there can be without

Its dread penalty jealousy.

2469

Owen Meredith: Lucile. Pt. ii. Canto i. St. 24.

Oh, jealousy! thou bane of pleasing friendship,
How does thy rancor poison all our softness,
And turn our gentle natures into bitterness!
2470

Rowe: Jane Shore. Act iii. Sc. 1

To doubt's an injury; to suspect a friend
Is breach of friendship: jealousy's a seed,
Sown but in vicious minds; prone to mistrust,
Because apt to deceive.

2471

Lord Lansdowne: Heroic Love. Act iii. Sc. 1.

But through the heart

Should jealousy its venom once diffuse,
"Tis then delightful misery no more,
But agony unmix'd, incessant gall,

Corroding every thought, and blasting all
Love's paradise.

2472

Thomson: Seasons. Spring. Line 1075.

Ten thousand fears

Invented wild, ten thousand frantic views
Of horrid rivals, hanging on the charms
For which he melts in fondness, eat him up
With fervent anguish and consuming rage.
2473

Thomson: Seasons. Spring. Line 1092

It is jealousy's peculiar nature

To swell small things to great; nay, out of nought
To conjure much, and then to lose its reason

Amid the hideous phantoms it has formed.

2474

Young: Revenge. Act iii. Sc. 1.

All seems infected that the infected spy,
As all looks yellow to the jaundic'd eye.

2475
Her maids were old, and if she took a new one.
You might be sure she was a perfect fright.
She did this during even her husband's life-
I recommend as much to every wife.

Pope: E. on Criticism. Pt. ii. Line 358.

2476

Byron: Don Juan. Canto i. St. 48.

Yet he was jealous, though he did not show it,
For jealousy dislikes the world to know it.

2477

Byron: Don Juan. Canto i. St. 65

O jealousy,

Thou ugliest fiend of hell! thy deadly venom
Preys on my vitals, turns the healthful hue
Of my fresh cheek to haggard sallowness,
And drinks my spirit up!

2478

JESTS

Hannah More: David and Goliah. Pt. v.

-see Jokes, Wit.

This fellow pecks up wit, as pigeons peas,
And utters it again when Jove doth please;
He is wit's peddler; and retails his wares

At wakes and wassels, meetings, markets, fairs;
And we that sell by gross, the Lord doth know,
Have not the grace to grace it with such show.
2479

Shaks.: Love's L. Lost. Act v. Sc. 2.

A jest's prosperity lies in the ear

Of him that hears it, never in the tongue
Of him that makes it.

2480

Shaks.: Love's L. Lost. Act v. Sc. 2.

Laugh not too much; the witty man laughs least:
For wit is news only to ignorance:

Less at thine own things laugh; lest in the jest
Thy person share, and the conceit advance.

Make not thy sport abuses: for the fly

That feeds on dung is colored thereby.

2481

Herbert: Temple. Church Porch. St. 39.

Of all the griefs that harass the distress'd,

Sure the most bitter is a scornful jest.

Fate never wounds more deep the generous heart,
Than when a blockhead's insult points the dart.

2482

JESUITS.

Dr. Johnson: London. Line 156.

For none but Jesuits have a mission
To preach the faith with ammunition,
And propagate the church with powder,
Their founder was a blown-up soldier.

2483

Butler: Hudibras. Pt. iii. Canto ii. Line 1561

To serve thy generation, this thy fate:
Written in water, swiftly fades thy name;
But he who loves his kind does, first and late,
A work too great for fame.

2486

Mary Clemmer: The Journalist. Last St.

JOY.

Joys

Are bubble-like- what makes them,

Bursts them too.

2487 Bailey: Festus. Sc. Garden and Bower by the Sea

Joys, like beauty, but skin deep.

2488

Bailey: Festus. Sc. A Village Feast.

O joy, hast thou a shape?

Hast thou a breath?

How fillest thou the soundless air?

Tell me the pillars of thy house!

What rest they on? Do they escape

The victory of Death?

And are they fair

Eternally, who enter in thy house?

O Joy, thou viewless spirit, canst thou dare
To tell the pillars of thy house?

2489

Admits temptation.

Capacity for joy

Helen Hunt: Joy

2490 Mrs. Browning: Aurora Leigh. Bk. i. Line 703. How natural is joy, my heart!

How easy after sorrow!

For once, the best is come that hope

Promised them "to-morrow."

2491 Jean Ingelow: Song of Night Watches. Morn. Watch

Joy is the mainspring in the whole
Of endless Nature's calm rotation.

Joy moves the dazzling wheels that roll
In the great Time-piece of Creation.
2492

Schiller: Hymn to Joy

JUNE.

Junc falls asleep upon her bier of flowers;

In vain are dewdrops sprinkled o'er her,

In vain would fond winds fan her back to life,
Her hours are numbered on the floral dial.

2493

Lucy Larcom: Death of June. Line 1.
June is dead,

Dead, without dread or pain, her gayest wreaths
Twined with her own hands for her funeral.
2494

Lucy Larcom: Death of June. Line 13.
Flowery June,

When brooks send up a cheerful tune,
And groves a joyous sound.

2495

William Cullen Bryant: June.

And what is so rare as a day in June?
Then, if ever, come perfect days;

Then heaven tries the earth if it be in tune,
And over it softly her warm ear lays.

2496

James Russell Lowell: Vision of Sir Launfal.

'Twas an evening of beauty; the air was perfume, The earth was all greenness, the trees were all bloom And softly the delicate viol was heard,

Like the murmur of love or the notes of a bird. 2497

Whittier: Cities of the Plain.

The jury, passing on the prisoner's life,

May, in the sworn twelve, have a thief or two
Guiltier than him they try.

2498

Shaks.: M. for M. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Do not your juries give their verdict
As if they felt the cause, not heard it?
And as they please make matter of fact
Run all on one side as they're packt.

2499

Butler: Hudibras. Pt. ii. Canto ii. Line 365

This box contains a man of wit;

A man of sense, a man not fit;

A man of strength, a man of place;
A man devoid of every grace;
A man of rank, a man of none;

A man who'd rather be at home;

A man of luck, a man of taste;

A man who would his country waste:
These men, when sworn, a jury make,
To clear up many a mistake.

2500

Author Unknown

JUSTICE -see Criticism, Guilt, Law.
I beseech you,
Wrest once the law to your authority:
To do a great right, do a little wrong.
2501
Shaks.: Mer. of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1
A Daniel come to judgment; yea, a Daniel!
O wise young judge, how I do honor thee!

2502

:

Shaks. Mer. of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1 And then, the justice; In fair round belly, with good capon lin❜d, With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances, And so he plays his part. 2503

Shaks.: As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7 If I shall be condemn'd

Upon surmises; all proofs sleeping else, But what your jealousies awake, I tell you, 'Tis rigor, and not law.

2504

Shaks.: Wint. Tale. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Poise the cause in justice' equal scales,

Whose beam stands sure, whose rightful cause prevails. Shaks.: 2 Henry VI. Act ii. Sc. 1.

2505

I do believe,

Induc'd by potent circumstances, that

You are mine enemy: and make my challenge,
You shall not be my judge: for it is you
Have blown this coal betwixt my lord and me.
2506

Shaks.: Henry VIII. Act ii. Sc. 4.

Shaks.: King Lear. Act v Sc. 3

The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices
Make instruments to plague us.
2507

A man busied about decrees,
Condemning some to death, and some to exile,

Ransoming him or pitying, threatening the other.

2508

The hope of all who suffer,

Shaks.: Coriolanus. Act i. Sc. 6.

The dread of all who wrong.

2509

Whittier: Mantle of St. John De Matha.
The gods

Grow angry with your patience: 'tis their care,
And must be yours, that guilty men escape not:
As crimes do grow, justice should rouse itself.
2510

Ben Jonson: Catiline. Act iii. Sc. 4

Justice, while she winks at crimes,
Stumbles on innocence sometimes.

2511

Butler: Hudibras. Pt. i. Canto ii. Line 1177