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CLERGYMAN.

CLERGYMAN -CLIMATE.

The proud he tam'd, the penitent he cheer'd:
Nor to rebuke the rich offender fear'd.

His preaching much, but more his practice wrought-
A living sermon of the truths he taught

For this by rules severe his life he squar'd,

That all might see the doctrine which they heard.

Dryden, Character of a Good Parson.
If such dinners you give,

You'll ne'er want for parsons as long as you live:
I ne'er knew a parson without a good nose,
But the devil's as welcome wherever he goes.
Hear how he clears the points o' faith
Wi rattlin an' thumpin!

Now meekly calm, now wild in wrath,
He's stampin, an' he's jumpin!

The royal letters are a thing of course;

Swift.

Burns, Holy Fair.

A king, that would, might recommend his horse;

And deans, no doubt, and chapters with one voice,
As bound in duty, would confirm the choice.

Cowper, Tiro.

Your Lordship and your Grace, what schools can teach
A rhet'ric equal to those parts of speech?

What need of Homer's verse, or Tully's prose,
Sweet interjections! if he learn but those?
Let rev'rend churls his ignorance rebuke,

Who starve upon a dog's ear'd Pentateuch,

The Parson knows enough who knows a Duke. Cowper, Tiro. In his duty prompt, at every call,

[D.V. 185.

He watch'd, and wept, and felt, and pray'd for all. Goldsmith.
In short, no dray-horse ever work'd so hard,
From vaults to drag up hogshead, tun, or pipe,
As this good priest, to drag, for small reward,
The souls of sinners from the devil's gripe.
Around his form his loose long robe was thrown,

Peter Pindar.

And wrapt a breast bestow'd on heaven alone. Byron, Cvrs. 2. CLERICAL STIPEND.

What makes all doctrines plain and clear ?

About two hundred pounds a year.

And that which was prov'd true before,

Prove false again ? Two hundred more. Butler, H. . i. 1277. CLIMATE.

We envy not the warmer clime that lies

In ten degrees of more indulgent skies;
Nor at the coarseness of our heav'n repine,

Though o'er our heads the frozen Pleiads shine

Addison,

CLOUDS.

CLOUDS-COMFORT.

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Thomson, Spring.

The clouds consign their treasure to the fields,
And, softly shaking on the dimpled pool
Prelusive drops, let all their moisture flow,
In large effusion o'er a freshen'd world.
There's not a cloud in that blue plain,
But tells of storms to come or past ;-
Here, flying loosely as the mane
Of a young war-horse in the blast ;-
There, roll'd in masses dark and swelling,
As proud to be the thunder's dwelling.
COACH.

Go, call a coach, and let a coach be call'd,
And let the man who calleth be the caller,
And in his calling let him nothing call

But coach! coach! coach! oh, for a coach, ye gods!
COCK-CROWING.

Hark, hark! I hear

Moore.

Carey, Chrononhotonthologos, 5.

The strain of strutting chanticleer

Cry, Cock-a-doodle-doo.

The cock, that is the trumpet of the morn,
Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat
Awake the god of day.

COLLECTOR.-see Antiquary.

A snapper-up of unconsidered trifles.
COMET.

Nature to each allots his proper sphere,
But that forsaken, we like comets err.

Sh. Temp. 1. 2.

Sh. Ham. 1. 1

Sh. Win. Tale, Iv. 2.

Toss'd thro' the void, by some rude shock we're broke,
And all our boasted fire is lost in smoke.

Lo! from the dread immensity of space

Returning, with accelerated course,
The rushing comet to the sun descends:
And as he sinks below the shading earth,
With awful train projected o'er the heavens,
The guilty nations tremble.

COMFORT.

Congreve.

Thomson, Summer.

O, my good lord, that comfort comes too late;
"Tis like a pardon after execution;
That gentle physic, given in time, had cur'd me;
But now I'm past all comfort here but prayers.

Sh. Hen. VIII. IV. 2.

Comfort, like the golden sun,
Dispels the sullen shade with her sweet influence,
And cheers the melancholy house of care.

Rowe.

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COMFORT-COMPASSION.

COMFORT-continued.

Sweet as refreshing dews or summer showers
To the long parching thirst of drooping flowers;
Grateful as fanning gales to fainting swains,
And soft as trickling balm to bleeding pains,―
Such are thy words.

It is a little thing to speak a phrase

Of common comfort, which by daily use

Has almost lost its sense; yet on the ear

Of him who thought to die unmourn'd 't will fall
Like choicest music.

COMMENTATORS.

The honour's overpaid,

When he that did the act is commentator.
These lost their sense, their learning to display,
And those explained the meaning quite away.
How commentators each dark passage shun,
And hold their farthing candle to the sun.

Gay.

Talfourd.

Shirley.

Pope.

Young, Love of Fame, vii. 97.

Oh! rather give me commentators plain,
Who with no deep researches vex the brain,
Who from the dark and doubtful love to run,
And hold their glimmering taper to the sun.

COMPARISONS.

Comparisons are odorous.

Crabbe, Parish Register, I.

Sh. M. Ado, III. 5.

When the moon shone, we did not see the candle;
So doth the greater glory dim the less. Sh. M. of Ven. v. 1.
In virtues nothing earthly could surpass her,

Save thine "incomparable oil" Macassar! Byron, D. J. i. 17. COMPASSION-see Pity.

Sh. Tit. And. IV. 1.

Press not a falling man too far; 'tis virtue. Sh. Hen. VIII. III. 2.
O, heavens! can you hear a good man groan,
And not relent, or not compassion him?
Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are,
That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,
How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides,
Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you
From seasons such as these? Oh, I have ta'en
Too little care of this! Take physic, pomp;
Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel;
That thou may'st shake the superflux to them,
And show the heavens more just.

Sh. Lear, III. 4.

COMPASSION CONCORD.

COMPASSION-continued.

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Pity! it is a pity to recall to feeling

The wretch too happy to escape to death,

By the compassionate trance, poor nature's last
Resource against the tyranny of pain.

Byron.

COMPLAINT.

Come, now again thy woes impart,

Tell all thy sorrows, all thy sin;
We cannot heal the throbbing heart,
Till we discern the wounds within.

COMPLEXION.

'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white

Crabbe.

Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on Sh. T. Ni. 1. 5. COMPLIMENTS.

The lustre in your eye, heaven in your cheek.
Pleads your fair usage.

CONCEALMENT-see Love.

He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stolen,

Sh. Troil. IV. 4.

Let him not know't, and he's not robb'd at all. Sh. Oth. III. 2.

"T is not my talent to conceal my thoughts,

Or carry smiles and sunshine in my face, While discontent sits heavy at my heart. CONCEIT-see Formality, Self-conceit.

Addison.

Ovid, Met.

As his own bright image he survey'd,
He fell in love with the fantastic shade;
And o'er the fair resemblance hung unmov'd,
Nor knew, fond youth, it was himself he lov'd.
A strong conceit is rich; so most men deem:
If not to be, 'tis comfort yet to seem. Marston, Antonio & Mell.
Conceit in weakest bodies, strongest works. Sh. Ham. 111. 4.
This self-conceit is a most dang'rous shelf,

Where many have been shipwreck'd unawares;

He who doth trust too much unto himself,

Can never fail to fall in many snares. E. of Sterling, Cræsus.

Drawn by conceit from reason's plan,

How vain is that poor creature, man!

How pleas'd is ev'ry paltry elf

To prate about that thing, himself.

CONCLUSION.

O, most lame and impotent conclusion?

CONCORD.

Churchill.

Sh. Oth. 11. 1.

Kind concord, heavenly-born! whose blissful reign,

Holds this vast globe in one surrounding chain;

Soul of the world!

Tickell.

Our fatal shadows that walk by us still. Fletcher, H. M. Fort. Learn to live well that thou may'st die so too;

To live and die is all we have to do.

The man who consecrates his hours

By vig'rous effort and an honest aim,

At once he draws the sting of life and death;

Denham.

He walks with nature, and her paths are peace. Young, N.T.185.

Who does the best his circumstance allows,

Does well, acts nobly; angels could no more. Young, N. T. II.

To what gulphs

A single deviation from the track

Of human duties leads even those who claim
The homage of mankind as their born due,
And find it, till they forfeit it themselves!
To whom do lions cast their gentle looks?
Not to the beast that would usurp their den.
Whose hand is that the forest bear doth lick f
Not his that spoils her young before her face.
Who 'scapes the lurking serpent's mortal sting?
Not he that sets his foot upon her back.

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Byron.

The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on;
And doves will peck, in safeguard of their brood. Joan. Baillie.
Sh. Hen. VI. 3, II. 2.

CONFIDENCE.