DEPORTMENT. What's a fine person, or a beauteous face, Purpose is but the slave to memory, Of violent birth but poor validity; Which now, like fruit unripe, sticks on the tree, 1175 Shaks.: Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2. He that intends well, yet deprives himself Of means to put his good thoughts into deed, 1176 Beaumont & Fletcher: Honest Man's Fortune. Acti. Sc. 1. Had doting Priam checked his son's desire, Troy had been bright with fame, and not with fire. 1177 DESOLATION. Shaks.: R. of Lucrece. Line 1490. What is the worst of woes that wait on age? 1178 Byron: Ch. Harold. Canto ii. St. 98. Desolate! Life is so dreary and desolate. 1179 Alice Cary: Life. DESPAIR -see Suicide. They have tied me to a stake; I cannot fly, 1180 Shaks.: Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 7 I am one, my liege, Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world I do, to spite the world. 1181 Shaks.: Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 1 O! that this too, too solid flesh would melt, His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God! 1182 Shaks.: Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2. There's nothing in this world can make me joy: 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 Shaks.: King John. Act iv. Sc. 3. 1184 1185 Shaks.: 3 Henry VI. Act i. Sc. 4. It were all one, That I should love a bright particular star, 1186 Shaks.: All's Well. Act i. Sc. 1. Farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear; 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 1191 Addison: Cato. Act iv. Sc. 3 Hood: Bridge of Sighs. Cowper: Needless Alarm. Line 132. Beware of desperate steps! - the darkest day, 1193 Alas! the breast that inly bleeds Hath nought to dread from outward blow: 1194 Byron: Giaour. Line 1163. They who have nothing more to fear may well 1195 Byron Sardanapalus. Act v. Sc. 1 Despair defies even despotism; there is That in my heart would make its way thro' hosts 1196 Byron: Two Foscari. Act i. Sc. 1 Alas for him who never sees The stars shine through his cypress-trees! And Love can never lose its own! 1197 DESPOTISM. Whittier: Snow-Bound. Wolves shall succeed for teachers, grievous wolves, Milton: Par. Lost. Bk. xii. Line 508 DESTINY. That old miracle-Love-at-first-sight Needs no explanations. The heart reads aright 1199 Owen Meredith: Lucile. Pt. ii. Canto vi. St. 16. Like warp and woof all destinies Are woven fast, Linked in sympathy like the keys Of an organ vast. Pluck one thread, and the web ye mar; Of a thousand keys, and the paining jar 1200 DETERMINATION Whittier: My Soul and I. St. 37 see Resolution. Muse not that I thus suddenly proceed; Shaks.: Two Gent. of V. Act i. Sc. 3 The air of paradise did fan the house, 1202 Shaks.: All's Well. Act iii. Sc. 2. I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape, 1203 Shaks.: Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2. DETRACTION - see Slander, Scandal. Happy are they that hear their detractions, Shaks.: Much Ado. Act ii. Sc. 3. Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls: Who steals my purse, steals trash; 'tis something, nothing; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands: But he that filches from me my good name, Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed. 1205 Shaks.: Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3, "Tis not the wholesome sharp morality, That hurts or wounds the body of a state, Of the malicious, ignorant, and base The general scope and purpose of an author 1206 Ben Jonson: Poetaster Act v. Sc. 1 A third interprets motions, looks, and eyes; At every word a reputation dies. 1207 Pope: R. of the Lock. Canto iii. Line 15 So, naturalists observe, a flea, Has smaller fleas that on him prey; And these have smaller still to bite 'em. 1208 Swift: On Poetry. A Rhapsody Mankind praise against their will, And mix as much detraction as they can. 1209 DEVIL. Young: Night Thoughts. Night viii. Line 502. The devil was sick, the devil a saint would be; 1210 Rabelais: Works. Bk. iv. Ch. xxiv. The devil hath power Other hope had she none, nor wish in life, but to follow As down in the sunless retreats of the ocean Within the rose I found a trembling tear, I plucked the flower and held it to my ear, And thought within its fervid breast to hear A smothered heart-beat throbbing soft and low. 1216 Boyesen: Within the Rose I Found a Trembling Tear. |