e fowl,--is yet a devil.
955
SHAKS.: _M. for M.,_ Act iii., Sc. 1.
Neither man nor angel can discern
Hypocrisy, the only evil that walks
Invisible, except to God alone,
By His permissive will, through Heaven and Earth.
956
MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iii., Line 682.
The hypocrite had left his mask, and stood
In naked ugliness. He was a man
Who stole the livery of the court of heaven
To serve the devil in.
957
POLLOK: _Course of Time,_ Pt. viii., Line 615.
==I.==
=Ice.=
Yon foaming flood seems motionless as ice;
Its dizzy turbulence eludes the eye,
Frozen by distance.
958
WORDSWORTH: _Address to Kilchurn Castle._
=Idea.=
Delightful task! to rear the tender thought,
To teach the young idea how to shoot.
959
THOMSON: _Seasons, Spring,_ Line 1149.
=Idleness.=
Absence of occupation is not rest,
A mind quite vacant is a mind distress'd.
960
COWPER: _Retirement,_ Line 623.
=Ignorance.=
Ignorance is the curse of God,
Knowledge the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.
961
SHAKS.: _2 Henry VI.,_ Act iv., Sc. 7.
From ignorance our comfort flows,
The only wretched are the wise.
962
PRIOR: _To Hon. C. Montague._
Where ignorance is bliss
'Tis folly to be wise.
963
GRAY: _Ode on Eton College._
=Ills.=
Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious,
O'er a' the ills o' life victorious.
964
BURNS: _Tam O'Shanter._
There mark what ills the scholar's life assail,--
Toil, envy, want, the patron, and the jail.
965
DR. JOHNSON: _Van. of Human Wishes,_ Line 159.
=Imagination.=
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet,
Are of imagination all compact.
966
SHAKS.: _Mid. N. Dream,_ Act v., Sc. 1.
Imagination is the air of mind.
967
BAILEY: _Festus,_ Sc. _Another and a Better World._
But thou that didst appear so fair
To fond imagination,
Dost rival in the light of day
Her delicate creation.
968
WORDSWORTH: _Yarrow Visited._
=Immortality.=
It must be so, Plato, thou reasonest well!--
Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire,
This longing after immortality?
969
ADDISON: _Cato,_ Act v., Sc. 1.
Where music dwells
Lingering and wandering on as loth to die,
Like thoughts whose very sweetness yieldeth proof
That they were born for immortality.
970
WORDSWORTH: _Ecclesiastical Sonnets,_ Pt. iii., xliii.
=Impossibility.=
And what's impossible can't be,
And never, never comes to pass.
971
COLMAN, JR.: _Maid of
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