CURSES-continued. CURSES-CUSTOM. May sorrow, shame, and sickness overtake her, 115 Rowe, Royal Convert, III, 1. Byron, Cain. Byron, a Sketch. So let him stand, through ages yet unborn, Fix'd statue on the pedestal of scorn! Byron, C. of M. May the grass wither from thy feet; the woods Deny thee shelter! earth a home! the dust A grave! and heaven her God! Down to the dust! and as thou rott'st away, Even worms shall perish on thy poisonous clay. The cardinal rose with a dignified look, He called for his candle, his bell, and his book ! In holy anger and pious grief, He solemnly cursed that rascally thief; He cursed him at board, he cursed him in bed, From the sole of his foot to the crown of his head; He cursed him eating, he cursed him drinking, He cursed him in coughing, in sneezing, in winking; He cursed him sitting, in standing, in lying! He cursed him in walking, in riding, in flying, He cursed him living, he cursed him dying! Never was heard such a terrible curse: But what gave rise To no little surprise, Nobody seemed one penny the worse! R. Barham, Ing Leg. CUSTOM. How use doth breed a habit in a man! New customs, [Jackdaw of Rh. Sh. Two. G. v. 4. Though they be never so ridiculous, It is a custom, More honour'd in the breach than the observance. Custom calls to't; Sh. Ham. 1. 4. What custom wills, in all things should we do't? Sh.Corio.11 3. Custom does often reason overrule, And only serves for reason to the fool. Rochester. Dryden, Ovid. Thomson. 12 All habits gather by unseen degrees, servile Custom forms us all; Our thoughts, our morals, our most fixed belief Are consequences of our place of birth. To follow foolish precedents, and wink A. Hill, Zara. With both our eyes, is easier than to think. Cowper, Tirocin. The slaves of custom and establish'd mode, With pack horse constancy we keep the road Crooked or straight, through quags or thorny dells. True to the jingling of our leaders' bells. Cowper, Tirocinium. Such dupes are men to custom, and so prone To rev'rence what is ancient, and can plead A course of long observance for its use, Because deliver'd down from sire to son, Is kept and guarded as a sacred thing. Cowper, Task, v. 299. Man yields to custom as he bows to fate, In all things ruled-mind, body, and estate; In pain, in sickness, we for cure apply To them we know not, and we know not why. Crabbe, Tale III. Habit with him was all the test of truth, "It must be right: I've done it from my youth." Crabbe. Sh. Jul. C. 111. 2. Sh. Tit. An. II. 1. I do not know the man I should avoid Quite through the deeds of men: he loves no plays, That could be moved to smile at anything. Sh. Jul. C. 1. 2. CYPRESS. Dark tree! still sad when others' grief is fled, Byron, Giaour. DAINTIES. DAINTIES-DANCERS, DANCING. Such dainties to them, their health it might hurt; It's like sending them ruffles, when wanting a shirt. DAMAGES. 117 Goldsmith, Haunch of Venison. Sir, quoth the lawyer, not to flatter ye, The proudest man alive to claim; Marry, I would it were my case, I'd give DANCERS, DANCING-see Feet, Walking. When you do dance, I wish you A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Her feet beneath her petticoat, Sh. Wint. Τ. ΙV. 3. Suckling, on a Wedding. Milton, L'Allegro, 34. Come and trip it as you go Has frisk'd beneath the burden of threescore. Goldsmith, Tr. Such a dancer! Where men have souls or bodies she must answer. Byron, Don Juan, IV. 84. Foreigners excel And then he danced; -all Of danced, I Pantomime A thing say, right well and also with good sense in footing indispensable: danced He without theatrical pretence, ballet-master in the van Of his illa nymphs, but like a gentleman. Byron, Ib. xiv. 38. thousand Music hearts beat happily; and when Soft look'd love to eyes that spoke again, arose with its voluptuous swell, eyes And merry as a marriage bell. Byron, Ch. Har. 3. 118 DANCERS, DANCING-DANGER. DANCERS, DANCING-continued. On with the dance! let joy be unconfined! No sleep till morn, when youth and pleasure meet, To chase the glowing hours with flying feet. Byron, Ch. Har. The music, and the banquet, and the wine,- Byron, Mar. Fal. The long carousal shakes th' illumined hall; Oh, a fancy ball's a strange affair! Made up of silks and leathers, Light heads, light heels, false hearts, false hair, Pins, paint, and ostrich feathers. The dullest duke in all the town To-day may shine a droll one; And rakes, who have not half-a-crown, Look royal in a whole one. Byron, Lara. Praed, Fancy Ball. Such grace and such beauty! dear creature! you'd swear, DANGER-see Caution, Peril. He that stands upon a slippery place, Moore, Fudge Family. Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up. Sh. K. John. III. 4. Though I am not splenetive and rash, Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell! Sh. Ham. v. 1. Thou find'st to be too busy is some danger. Sh. Ham. III. 4. They that stand high have many blasts to shake them, And, if they fall, they dash themselves to pieces. Sh. R. III. I. 3. DANGER-continued. DANGER--DAUGHTER. We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it, Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety. 119 Sh. Macb. III. 2. Sh. Hen. IV. 1, 11. 3. The absent danger greater still appears; And less he fears, who's near the thing he fears. Daniel, Cleo. Our dangers and delights are near allies; From the same stem the rose and prickle rise. Daniel. When men think they most in safety stand, The greatest peril often is at hand. Drayton, Barons' Wars. Danger levels man and brute, And all are fellows in their need. Byron. DARE-DARING. Sh. Macb. 1. 7. I dare do all that doth become a man; Who dares do more is none. He that climbs the tall tree has won right to the fruit, He that leaps the wide gulf should prevail in his suit. Scott. He either fears his fate too much, Or his deserts are small, Who dares not put it to the touch, To gain or lose it all. DANDY - see Coxcomb. Scott, Intro. Chron. Canong. And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose. DARK. At one stride came the dark. DAUGHTER. Sh. Hen. 1v. 1, 1. 3. Coleridge, Ancient Mariner. that's in my flesh, Thou art my flesh, my blood, my daughter; an embossed carbuncle, blood. But I'll not chide thee; when it will, not call it. comonst; be better at thy leisure. Sh. L. 11. 4. No peace shall you know, though you've buried your wife! daughter you have, she's the plague of your life, At Oh, whata wenty she mocks at the duty you taught her; plague is an obstinate daughter! Sheridan, D. 1. 3. |