Must I give way and room to your rash choler? Shall I be frighted, when a madman stares? 1155

Shaks.: Jul. Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 3.

If thou out frown on me, or stir thy foot,
Or teach thy hasty spleen to do me shame,
I'll strike thee dead. Put up thy sword betime,
Or I'll so maul you and your toasting-iron,
That you shall think the devil has come from hell.
1156

Shaks.: King John. Act iv. Sc. 3

Come one, come all- - this rock shall fly

From its firm base as soon as I.

1157

Scott: Lady of the Lake. Canto v. St. 10.

DEITY -see God, Providence.

Father of light and life! thou Good Supreme!
O teach me what is good! teach me thyself!
Save me from folly, vanity, and vice,

From every low pursuit! and feed my soul

With knowledge, conscious peace, and virtue pure;
Sacred, substantial, never-fading bliss!

1158

Thomson: Seasons. Winter. Line 217

Let no presuming impious railer tax
Creative Wisdom, as if aught was form'd
In vain, or not for admirable ends.

Shall little haughty ignorance pronounce
His works unwise, of which the smallest part
Exceeds the narrow vision of his mind?
1159

Thomson: Seasons. Summer. Line 318

Hail, source of being! universal soul
Of heaven and earth! essential presence, hail!
To Thee I bend the knee; to Thee my thoughts
Continual, climb; who, with a master hand,
Hast the great whole into perfection touch'd.
1160

Thomson: Seasons. Spring. Line 556.

A Deity believed, is joy begun;

A Deity adored, is joy advanced;

A Deity beloved, is joy matured.

Each branch of piety delight inspires.

1161

Young: Night Thoughts. Night viii. Line 720.

A ray of heavenly light, gilding all forms
Terrestrial, in the vast and the minute,
The unambiguous footsteps of the God
Who gives its lustre to an insect's wing,
And wheels his throne upon the rolling worlds.

1162
DELAY- see Decision, Procrastination, Time.
Delay leads impotent and snail-paced beggary.
1163

Cowper: Task. Bk. v. Line 809

Shaks.: Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 3

DELAY-DENMARK.

Then do we sin against our own estate,

When we may profit meet, and come too late..
When the day serves before black-cornered night,
Find what thou want'st by free and offered light.
1164

125

Shaks.: Timon of A. Act v. Sc. 1

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 am past all comfort here but prayers.

1165

Shaks.: Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2

Omission to do what is necessary

Seals a commission to a blank of danger;
And danger, like an ague, subtly taints
Even then when we sit idly in the sun.
1166

Shaks.: Troil. and Cress. Act iii. Sc. 3.
That we would do,

We should do when we would; for this "would " changes
And hath abatements and delays as many

As there are tongues, are hands, are accidents;

And then this " should" is like a spendthrift sigh,
That hurts by easing.

1167

Shaks.: Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 7

Be wise to-day; 'tis madness to defer;
Next day the fatal precedent will plead;
Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life.
1168

Young: Night Thoughts. Night i. Line 390

At thirty, man suspects himself a fool,

Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan;
At fifty, chides his infamous delay,
Pushes his prudent purpose to resolve,
In all the magnanimity of thought;

Resolves, and re-resolves, then dies the same.
And why? because he thinks himself immortal.
All men think all men mortal but themselves.

1169 DELUSION.

Young: Night Thoughts. Night i. Line 417

For love of grace,

Lay not that flattering unction to your soul
That not your trespass but my madness speaks:
It will but skin and film the ulcerous place :
Whiles rank corruption, mining all within,
Infects unseen.

DEPORTMENT.

What's a fine person, or a beauteous face,
Unless deportment gives them decent grace?
Blest with all other requisites to please,
Some want the striking elegance of ease;
The curious eye their awkward movement tires;
They seem like puppets led about by wires.

1172

DEPRAVITY.

Churchill: Rosciad. Line 741

Purpose is but the slave to memory,

Of violent birth but poor validity;

Which now, like fruit unripe, sticks on the tree,
But fall unshaken when they mellow be.

1175

Shaks.: Hamlet. Act iii. Se. 2.

He that intends well, yet deprives himself

Of means to put his good thoughts into deed,

Deceives his purpose of the due reward.

1176 Beaumont & Fletcher: Honest Man's Fortune. Acti. Sc.1

Had doting Priam checked his son's desire,

Troy had been brignt with fame, and not with fire.

1177

DESOLATION.

Shaks.: R. of Lucrece. Line 1490.

What is the worst of woes that wait on age?
What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow?
To view each loved one blotted from life's page,
And be alone on earth, as I am now.

1178

Byron: Ch. Harold. Canto ii. St. 98

Desolate! Life is so dreary and desolate.
Women and men in the crowd meet and mingle,
Yet with itself every soul standeth single,
Deep out of sympathy moaning its moan;
Holding and having its brief exultation;
Making its lonesome and low lamentation;
Fighting its terrible conflicts alone.

1179

Alice Cary: Life.

DESPAIR-
-see Suicide.

They have tied me to a stake; I cannot fly,
But, bear-like, I must fight the course.

1180

Shaks.: Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 7

I am one, my liege,

Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world
Have so incens'd, that I am reckless what

I do, to spite the world.

1181

Shaks.: Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 1

O! that this too, too solid flesh would melt,
Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew!

Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd

His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God!
How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable
Seems to me all the uses of this world!

1182

Shaks.: Hamlet. Act i Sc. 2.

There's nothing in this world can make me joy:
Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale,
Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.
1183

Shaks.: King John. Act iii. Sc. 4.

If thou didst but consent

To this most cruel act, do but despair;

And if thou want'st a cord, the smallest thread
That ever spider twisted from her womb
Will serve to strangle thee.

Shaks.: King John. Act iv. Sc. 3.

1184
So cowards fight, when they can fly no further;
So doves do peck the falcon's piercing talons;
So desperate thieves, all hopeless of their lives,
Breathe out invectives 'gainst the officers.

1185

Shaks.: 3 Henry VI. Act i. Sc. 4.

It were all one,

That I should love a bright particular star,
And think to wed it.

1186

Shaks.: All's Well. Act i. Sc. 1.

Farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear;
Farewell remorse; all good to me is lost;
Evil, be thou my good!

1187

Milton: Par. Lost. Bk. iv. Line 108 All hope is lost

Of my reception into grace; what worse? For where no hope is left, is left no fear. 1188

Milton: Par. Regained. Bk. iii. Line 204 When desperate ills demand a speedy cure, Distrust is cowardice, and prudence folly.

1189

Dr. Johnson: Irene. Act iv. Sc. 1

For men as resolute appear

With too much, as too little fear;

And, when they're out of hopes of flying,
Will run away from death, by dying,

Or turn again to stand it out,

And those they fled like lions rout.

1190

Butler: Hudibras. Pt. iii. Canto iii Line 27

Talk not of comfort - 'tis for lighter ills;

I will indulge my sorrow, and give way

To all the pangs and fury of despair.

1191

Even God's providence

Seeming estranged.

1192

Addison: Cato. Act iv. Sc. 3

Hood: Bridge of Sighs.

Cowper: Needless Alarm. Line 132.

Beware of desperate steps! - the darkest day,
Live till to-morrow, will have pass'd away.

1193

Alas! the breast that inly bleeds

Hath nought to dread from outward blow:
Who falls from all he knows of bliss,
Cares little into what abyss.

1194

Byron Giaour. Line 1163.

They who have nothing more to fear may well
Indulge a smile at that which once appall'd;
As children at discovered bugbears.

1195

Byron Sardanapalus. Act v. Sc. 1

Despair defies even despotism; there is

That in my heart would make its way thro' hosts
With levell❜d spears.

1196

Byron: Two Foscari. Act i. Sc. 1

Alas for him who never sees

The stars shine through his cypress-trees!
Who, hopeless, lays his dead away,

Nor looks to see the breaking day
Across the mournful marbles play!
Who hath not learned, in hours of faith,
The truth to flesh and sense unknown,
That Life is ever lord of Death,

And Love can never lose its own!

1197

DESPOTISM.

Whittier: Snow-Bound

Wolves shall succeed for teachers, grievous wolves,
Who all the sacred mysteries of Heaven
To their own vile advantages shall turn
Of lucre and ambition, and the truth
With superstitions and traditions taint.

1198

Milton: Par. Lost. Bk. xii. Line 508