. i., Line 262.

Such joy ambition finds.
78
MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 92.

=America.=

America! half brother of the world!
With something good and bad of every land;
Greater than thee have lost their seat--
Greater scarce none can stand.
79
BAILEY: _Festus,_ Sc. _The Surface._

=Anarchy.=

Where eldest Night
And Chaos, ancestors of Nature, hold
Eternal anarchy amidst the noise
Of endless wars, and by confusion stand.
80
MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 894.

=Ancestry.=

The sap which at the root is bred
In trees, through all the boughs is spread;
But virtues which in parents shine
Make not like progress through the line.
81
WALLER: _To Zelinda._

What can ennoble sots, or slaves, or cowards?
Alas! not all the blood of all the Howards.
82
POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. iv., Line 215.

=Angels.=

Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
83
POPE: _E. on Criticism,_ Pt. iii., Line 66.

The angels come and go, the messengers of God.
84
R.H. STODDARD: _Hymn to the Beautiful._

The good he scorn'd
Stalk'd off reluctant, like an ill-used ghost,
Not to return; or if it did, in visits
Like those of angels, short and far between.
85
BLAIR: _The Grave,_ Pt. ii., Line 586.

=Anger.=

Anger's my meat; I sup upon myself,
And so shall starve with feeding.
86
SHAKS.: _Coriolanus,_ Act iv., Sc. 2.

Never anger made good guard for itself.
87
SHAKS.: _Ant. and Cleo.,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.

=Angling.=

The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish
Cut with her golden oars the silver stream,
And greedily devour the treacherous bait.
88
SHAKS.: _Much Ado,_ Act iii., Sc. 1.

'Twas merry when
You wager'd on your angling; when your diver
Did hang a salt-fish on his hook, which he
With fervency drew up.
89
SHAKS.: _Ant. and Cleo.,_ Act ii., Sc. 5.

=Anticipation.=

Peace, brother, be not over-exquisite
To cast the fashion of uncertain evils;
For, grant they be so, while they rest unknown,
What need a man forestall his date of grief,
And run to meet what he would most avoid?
90
MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 359.

=Antiquity.=

O good old man! how well in thee appears
The constant service of the antique world,
When service sweat for duty, not for meed!
Thou art not for the fashion of these times,
Where none will sweat, but for promotion.
91
SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 3.

Nor rough, nor barren, are the winding ways
Of hoar antiqu