BOLDNESS. BOLDNESS-BOOKS. In conversation boldness now bears sway, I'll have my bond; I will not hear thee speak; BOOKBINDING. Was ever book containing such vile matter BOOKISHNESS-see Pedantry, Learning. 55 Herbert. Sh. Mer. V. III. 3. Sh. Rom. Jul. 111. 2. The book ful blockhead, ignorantly read, And always list'ning to himself appears. Pope, E. C. 11. 612. BOOKS-see Authors, Reading. Books are part of man's prerogative, In formal ink they thought and voices hold, And make time present travel that of old. Our life, fame pierceth longer at the end, And books it farther backward doth extend. Sir T. Overbury. That book in many eyes doth share the glory, That in gold clasps locks in the golden story. Sh.Rom. Jul.1.3. A book! O rare one! Be not, as is our fangled word, a garment Nobler than that it covers. Learning is more profound When in few solid authors 't may be found. A few good books, digested well, do feed Sh. Cym. v. 4 The mind; much cloys, or doth ill humours breed. R. Heath. That place that does Contain my books, the best companions, is To me a glorious court, where hourly I Converse with the old sages and philosophers; And sometimes, for variety, I confer With kings and emperors, and weigh their counsels. T. Fletcher. Books should to one of these four ends conduce, 'Tis in books the chief Of all perfections, to be plain and brief. "Twere well with most, if books, that could engage Denham. Butler. The gom of truth from his unguarded soul. Cowper, Tiroc. 147. Books cannot always please, however good; Minds are not ever craving for their food. Crabbe, Bor. 24. I'm strange contradictions; I'm new and I'm old, I am grave and I'm gay, I am heavy and light. In form too I differ, — I'm thick and I'm thin; I've no flesh and no bone, yet I'm covered with skin ; I've more points than the compass, more stops than the flute; I sing without voice, without speaking confute; I'm English, I'm German, I'm French, and I'm Dutch; Some love me too fondly, some slight me too much; I often die soon, though I sometimes live ages, Hannah Moore. Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know, Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow. Wordsworth, P. T.3. Our doctor thus, with stuffed sufficiency Of all omnigenus omnisciency, Began, (as who would not begin That had like him so much within ?) To let it out in books of all sorts, Folios, quartos, large and small sorts. 'Twas heaven to lounge upon a couch, said Gray, Moore. And read new novels on a rainy day. Sprague, Curiosity. See tomes on tomes, of fancy and of power, To cheer man's heaviest, warm his holiest hour. Sprague, Curi. A blessing on the printer's art! Books are the Mentors of the heart. Mrs. Halc BOOKS-continued. BOOKS-BOUNTY. The burning soul, the burden'd mind In books alone companions find. All hail, ye fields, where constant peace attends ! All hail, ye books, my true, my real friends, The past but lives in words: a thousand ages 57 Mrs. Hale. Walsh. Lytton Bulwer. The printed part, tho' far too large, is less BORES. As is a tir'd horse, a railing wife; Worse than a smoky house ;-I had rather live Than feed on cates, and have him talk to me, In any summer-house in Christendom. Sh. H. IV. p. i. 111. 1. BORROWING. Neither a borrower nor a lender be, For loan oft loses both itself and friend; And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all,-To thine ownself be true; And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. BOUNDS. There's nothing situate under Heaven's eye, Sh. Ham. 1. 3. But hath his bound, in earth, in sea, in sky. Sh. Com. E. 11. 1. BOUNTY-see Benevolence. "Tis pity, bounty had not eyes behind; That man might ne'er be wretched for his mind. Sh. Tim. of A. 11. Ļ. What you desire of him, he partly begs To lean upon. For his bounty, Sh. Ant. Cleo. III. 2. There was no winter in 't; an autumn 'twas, He that's liberal To all alike, may do a good by chance, Sh. Ant. Cleo. v. 2. Beaumont & Fletcher, Spa. Cu. 58 BOYHOOD BRAGGART. BOYHOOD-see Children. The whining school-boy, with his satchel, O, 'tis a parlous boy; Bold, quick, ingenious, forward, capable; He's all the mother's, from the top to toe. Sh. As you, 11. 7. Sh. Ric. III. III. 1. Ah! happy years! once more who would not be a boy? A little curly-headed good-for-nothing, BRAINS. The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, Sh. Macb. III. 4. With curious art the brain, too finely wrought, Preys on herself, and is destroyed by thought. BRAGGART-8ee Boasting. Churchill, Ep. to Hogarth. What art thou? Have not I Thy words, I grant, are bigger, for I wear not Who knows himself a braggart, Let him hear this: for it will come to pass Sh. Cymb. IV. 2. That ev'ry braggart shall be found an ass. Sh. All's W. 1v. 3. They are but beggars that can count their worth. I know them, yea, Sh. Rom. Jul. II. 6. And what they weigh, even to the utmost scruple : Why, then, the world's mine oyster, For men, it is reported, dash and vapour Thus, in the history of each dire campaign, Sh. M. Ado. v. 1. Sh. Mer. W. 11. 2. More carnage leads the newspaper than plain. Peter Pindar. BRAVERY-BRIBES. BRAVERY-see Courage. Daring. 59 Butler, Hudibras. Though drubb'd, can lose no honour by't. Butler, Hudibras By all their country's wishes blest! Collins, Lines in 1746. His breast with wounds unnumber'd riven, The truly brave, Byron, Giaour. When they behold the brave oppress'd with odds, Are touch'd with a desire to shield or save. Byron, Don Juan. Fate made me what I am-may make me nothing, But either that or nothing must I be; I will not live degraded. Byron, Sardanapalus. The brave man is not he who feels no fear; But he whose noble soul its fear subdues, And bravely dares the danger nature shrinks from. BREVITY. Joanna Baillie. Since brevity's the soul of wit, Sh. Ham. II. 2. And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes- As 'tis a greater mystery in the art Of painting, to foreshorten any part, Than draw it out, so 'tis in books the chief Of all perfections to be plain and brief. For brevity is very good, When we are, or are not, understood. Butler, Hud. 1, 1. 669. Stop not, unthinking, every friend you meet To spin your wordy fabric in the street; While you are emptying your colloquial pack, The fiend Lumbago jumps upon his back. BRIBES-BRIBERY. What! shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world, O. W. Holmes |