How reverend is the face of this tall pile,
Whose ancient pillars rear their marble heads,
To bear aloft its arch'd and pond'rous roof,
By its own weight made steadfast and immoveable,
Looking tranquillity.

CAUSE AND EFFECT.

Congreve, Mourning Bride.

What dire offence from amorous causes springs,

What mighty contests rise from trivial things. Pope, R. i. 1. CAUTION-see Advice, Discretion.

In part to blame is she,

Who hath without consent been only tried,

He comes too near that comes to be denied. Overbury, W.36. Things done well,

And with a care, exempt themselves from fear:

Things done without example, in their issue

Are to be fear'd.

Trust none;

Sh. Hen. VIII. 1. 2.

Sh. Hen. V. II. 3.

For oaths are straws, men's faiths are wafer-cakes,
And hold-fast is the only dog.

Be advis'd;

Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot

That it doth singe yourself: we may outrun,
By violent swiftness, that which we run at,
And lose by over-running.

Fast bind, fast find;

A proverb never stale in thrifty mind.

Sh. Hen. VIII. 1. 1.

Sh. Mer. V. 11. 5.

They that fear the adder's sting, will not come

Near his hissing.

Chapman, Widow's Tears.

F

What, would'st thou have a serpent sting thee twice?
Sh. M. of Ven. Iv. 1.
When clouds are seen, wise men put on their cloaks;
When great leaves fall, then winter is at hand!
When the sun sets, who doth not look for night?
Untimely storms make men expect a dearth:
All may be well; but, if God sort it so,
'Tis more than we deserve, or I expect.

Sh. Rich. III. II. 3.

Know when to speak; for many times it brings

Danger, to give the best advice to kings. Herrick, Aph. 254.

None pities him that's in the snare,

And warned before, would not beware.
Look before you 'ere you leap;

For as you sow y' are like to reap.

Herrick.

Butler, Hud. 2, 11. 503.

Weigh the danger with the doubtful bliss,

Dryden.

And thank yourself, if aught should fall amiss.
The mouse, that always trusts to one poor hole,

Thomson.

Can never be a mouse of any soul. Pope, Wife of Bath, 298.
More firm and sure the hand of courage strikes,
When it obeys the watchful eye of caution.
Let this great maxim be my virtue's guide:
In part she is to blame that has been tried;
He comes too near that comes to be denied.

Lady M. W. Montague, Lady's Resolve.

A man of sense can artifice disdain,

As men of wealth may venture to go plain;

I find the fool when I behold the screen,

For 't is the wise man's interest to be seen. Young, L. of Fa.
Vessels large may venture more,

But little boats should keep near shore.
All's to be fear'd where all is to be lost.

Franklin, Poor Ric.

Byron, Werner.

Be wise, discreet, of dangers take good heed;
Be cautious, and you cannot but succeed;
Shun all rash acts, let moderation mark
Each enterprise on which you may embark;
And from your minds ne'er let there be effaced

The old yet sterling proverb, "Haste makes Waste."

CELIBACY.

Lady, you are the cruelest she alive,

If
you will lead those graces to the grave,
And leave the world no copy.

Sh. Tw. N. 1. 5.

CELIBACY-CHAMBERLAIN.

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But earlier happy is the rose distill'd,

Than that, which, withering on the virgin thorn,

Grows, lives and dies in single blessedness. Sh. Mid. N. 1. 1. Our Maker bids increase; who bids abstain

But our destroyer, foe to God and man? Milton, P. L. 1v. 748. She, though in full blown flower of glorious beauty,

Grows cold, even in the summer of her age. Dryden, Cy. Iv. 1. If I am fair, 'tis for myself alone;

I do not wish to have a sweetheart near me,

Nor would I call another's heart my own,

Nor have a gallant lover to revere me;

For surely I would plight my faith to none,

Though many an amorous cit might jump to hear me :

For I have heard that lovers prove deceivers,

When once they find that maidens are believers.

CELESTIALS.

Look, how the floor of Heaven

From Michael Angelo.

Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold;

There's not the smallest orb, which thou behold'st,

But in his motion like an angel sings,

Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins;

Such harmony is in immortal souls:

But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay

Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it. Sh. M. of Ven. v. 1.

CEREMONY.

Ceremony was devised at first

To set a gloss on faint deeds-hollow welcomes,

Recanting goodness, sorry e'er 't is shown;

But where there is true friendship, there needs none.

Then ceremony leads her bigots forth, Prepar'd to fight for shadows of no worth; While truths, on which eternal things depend, Find not, or hardly find, a single friend. CHALLENGE.

There I throw my gage,

То prove it on thee, to the extremest point
Of martial daring.

CHAMBERLAIN.

He was a cold, good, honourable man,

Sh. Timon. I. 2.

Cowper.

Sh., Ric. II. 1. 1.

Proud of his birth, and proud of every thing;
A goodly spirit for a state divan,

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CHAMBERLAIN-continued.

A figure fit to walk before a king;
Tall, stately, form'd to lead the courtly van
On birthdays, glorious with a star and string:
The very model of a chamberlain.

CHANCE-see Pride.

In my school-days, when I had lost one shaft,
I shot his fellow of the self-same flight,

The self-same way, with more advised watch,
To find the other forth; and by adventuring both
I oft found both.

An eagle, towering in his pride of place,

Byron.

Sh. Mer. V. 1. 1.

Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at, and kill'd. Sh. Mac. II. 4.

I have set my life upon a cast,

And I will stand the hazard of the die.

Sh. Ric. III. v. 4.

Unknowingly she strikes and kills by chance,
Poison is in her eyes, and death in every glance.
All nature is but art unknown to thee,

All chance direction, which thou canst not see.

CHANGE.

Dryden.

Pope, E. M. 1. 289.

The French and we still change, but here's the curse,
They change for better, and we change for worse.

Dryden, Prologue to the Spanish Friar.

Alas! in truth, the man but chang'd his mind,

Perhaps was sick, in love, or had not dined. Pope, M. E. 1. 127,

Look nature through, 'tis revolution all;

All change, no death: day follows night, and night

The dying day; stars rise and set, and rise;

Earth takes th' example. See, the summer gay,

With her green chaplet and ambrosial flowers,

Droops into pallid autumn; winter grey,

Horrid with frost, and turbulent with storm,

Blows autumn and his golden fruits away,

Recalls the first; all, to reflourish, fades.

Then melts into the spring; soft spring, with breath

Favonian, from warm chambers of the south,

As, in a wheel, all sinks to reascend,

Emblems of man, who passes, not expires.

Young.

Love bears within itself the very germ

Of change; and how should this be otherwise ?

That violent things more quickly find a term,

Is shown through nature's whole analogies.

Byron.

A change came o'er the spirit of my dream. Byron, Dream, 3.

CHANGE-CHAOS.

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How chang'd since last her speaking eye
Glanc'd gladness round the glitt'ring room;
Where high-born men were proud to wait,
Where beauty watch'd to imitate !

Byron, Parisina.

Your coldness I heed not; your frown I defy;

Your affection I need not-the time has gone by,

When a blush or a smile on that cheek could beguile

My soul from its safety, with witchery's wile. Mrs. Osgood.

Roses bloom, and then they wither;

Cheeks are bright, then fade and die;
Shapes of light are wafted hither,
Then like visions hurry by.

Weep not that the world changes-did it keep

J. G. Percival.

A stable, changeless course, 't were cause to weep. Bryant.

I ask not what change has come over thy heart;
I seek not what chances have doomed us to part;
I know thou hast told me to love thee no more,
And I still must obey, where I once did adore.
Not in vain the distance beckons,
Forward, forward let us range;
Let the peoples spin for ever

Down the ringing grooves of change.

CHANGING.

The stone that is rolling can gather no moss,

Hoffman

Tennyson.

For master and servant oft changing is loss. Tusser, Pts. Hus.

CHAOS.

For he being dead, with him is beauty slain;

And beauty dead, black chaos comes again. Sh. V. & A. 178.

Where eldest Night

And chaos, ancestors of nature, hold

Eternal anarchy amidst the noise
Of endless wars.

Religion, blushing, veils her sacred fires,
And unawares Morality expires,

Milton, P. L. II. 894.

Nor public flame, nor private, dares to shine;
Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine!
Lo! thy dread empire, Chaos, is restored;
Light dies before thy uncreating word:
Thy hand, great Anarch, lets the curtain fall;
And universal darkness buries all.

Pope, Dun. iv. 649.