the Moor._
=Impudence.=
For he that has but impudence,
To all things has a fair pretence;
And, put among his wants but shame,
To all the world may lay his claim.
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BUTLER: _Misc. Thoughts,_ Line 17.
=Inconstancy.=
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more;
Men were deceivers ever;
One foot in sea, and one on shore;
To one thing constant never.
973
SHAKS.: _Much Ado,_ Act ii., Sc. 3, _Song._
There are three things a wise man will not trust--
The wind, the sunshine of an April day,
And woman's plighted faith.
974
SOUTHEY: _Madoc,_ Pt. ii., _Caradoc and Senena,_ Line 51.
=Independence.=
Thy spirit, Independence, let me share;
Lord of the lion-heart and eagle-eye,
Thy steps I follow with my bosom bare,
Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky.
975
SMOLLETT: _Ode to Independence._
Let independence be our boast,
Ever mindful what it cost;
Ever grateful for the prize,
Let its altar reach the skies!
976
JOSEPH HOPKINSON: _Hail, Columbia!_
=Indifference.=
What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba.
977
SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.
Let ev'ry man enjoy his whim;
What's he to me, or I to him?
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CHURCHILL: _Ghost,_ Bk. iv., Line 215.
=Infancy.=
Ere sin could blight, or sorrow fade,
Death came with friendly care;
The opening bud to heav'n convey'd,
And bade it blossom there.
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COLERIDGE: _Epitaph on an Infant._
=Infidelity.=
If man loses all, when life is lost,
He lives a coward, or a fool expires.
A daring infidel (and such there are,
From pride, example, lucre, rage, revenge,
Or pure heroical defect of thought,)
Of all earth's madmen, most deserves a chain.
980
YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night vii., Line 199.
=Influence.=
No life
Can be pure in its purpose and strong in its strife,
And all life not be purer and stronger thereby.
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OWEN MEREDITH: _Lucile,_ Pt. ii., Canto vi., St. 40.
Ladies, whose bright eyes
Rain influence, and judge the prize.
982
MILTON: _L'Allegro,_ Line 121.
=Ingratitude.=
I hate ingratitude more in a man
Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,
Or any taint of vice, whose strong corruption
Inhabits our frail blood.
983
SHAKS.: _Tw. Night,_ Act iii., Sc. 4.
Ingratitude! thou marble-hearted fiend,
More hideous, when thou show'st thee in a child,
Than the sea-monster!
984
SHAKS.: _King Lear,_ Act i., Sc. 4.
How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is
To have a thankless child.
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