he justice;
In fair round belly, with good capon lin'd,
With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut,
Fall of wise saws and modern instances,
And so he plays his part.
1015
SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 7.

The gods
Grow angry with your patience: 't is their care,
And must be yours, that guilty men escape not:
As crimes do grow, justice should rouse itself.
1016
BEN JONSON: _Catiline,_ Act iii., Sc. 4.

Man is unjust, but God is just; and finally justice
Triumphs.
1017
LONGFELLOW: _Evangeline,_ Pt. I., iii., Line 34.

==K.==

=Keys.=

Two massy keys he bore, of metals twain
(The golden opes, the iron shuts amain).
1018
MILTON: _Lycidas,_ Line 109.

=Kin.=

A little more than kin, and less than kind.
1019
SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 2.

One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.
1020
SHAKS.: _Troil. and Cress.,_ Act iii., Sc. 3.

=Kindness.=

Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks,
Shall win my love.
1021
SHAKS.: _Tam. of the S.,_ Act iv., Sc. 2.

That best portion of a good man's life,--
His little, nameless, unremembered acts
Of kindness and of love.
1022
WORDSWORTH: _Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey._

=Kings.=

What have kings that privates have not too,
Save ceremony?
1023
SHAKS.: _Henry V.,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.

Kings are like stars,--they rise and set, they have
The worship of the world, but no repose.
1024
SHELLEY: _Hellas,_ Line 195.

Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand
Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold.
1025
MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 1.

=Kissing.=

Then kiss me hard,
As if he pluck'd up kisses by the roots,
That grew upon my lips.
1026
SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act iii., Sc. 3.

Teach not thy lip such scorn; for it was made
For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.
1027
SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act i., Sc. 2.

When my lips meet thine
Thy very soul is wedded unto mine.
1028
H.H. BOYESEN: _Thy Gracious Face I Greet with Glad Surprise._

Her mouth's culled sweetness by thy kisses shed
On cheeks and neck and eyelids, and so led
Back to her mouth which answers there for all.
1029
DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI: _Love-Sweetness,_ Sonnet xiii.

I rest content, I kiss your eyes,
I kiss your hair, in my delight:
I kiss my hand, and say, Good night.
1030
JOAQUIN MILLER: _Isles of the Amazons,_ Pt. v.

One kiss--and then another--and another--
Till 't is too late to