=Opportunity.=

O Opportunity! thy guilt is great:
'T is thou that execut'st the traitor's treason;
Thou sett'st the wolf where he the lamb may get;
Whoever plots the sin, thou point'st the season;
'T is thou that spurn'st at right, at law, at reason.
1285
SHAKS.: _R. of Lucrece,_ Line 876.

=Oracle.=

I am Sir Oracle,
And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!
1286
SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

=Oratory.=

Thence to the famous orators repair,
Those ancient, whose resistless eloquence
Wielded at will that fierce democracy,
Shook the Arsenal, and fulmined over Greece,
To Macedon, and Artaxerxes' throne.
1287
MILTON: _Par. Regained,_ Bk. iv., Line 267.

=Order.=

Order is heav'n's first law; and this confest,
Some are, and must be, greater than the rest,
More rich, more wise; but who infers from hence
That such are happier, shocks all common sense.
1288
POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. iv., Line 49.

=Ornament.=

Thus ornament is but the guiled shore
To a most dangerous sea.
1289
SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act iii., Sc. 2.

=Owl.=

It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman,
Which gives the stern'st good-night.
1290
SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

==P.==

=Pain.=

Pain pays the income of each precious thing.
1291
SHAKS.: _R. of Lucrece,_ Line 334.

Pain is no longer pain when it is past.
1292
MARGARET J. PRESTON: _Sonnet._ _Nature's Lesson._

The sad mechanic exercise
Like dull narcotics numbing pain.
1293
TENNYSON: _In Memoriam, Prologue,_ v., St. 2.

=Painter.=

With hue like that when some great painter dips
His pencil in the gloom of earthquake and eclipse.
1294
SHELLEY: _Revolt of Islam,_ Canto v., St. 23.

=Palm.=

No hammers fell, no ponderous axes rung;
Like some tall palm the mystic fabric sprung.
1295
HEBER: _Palestine._

=Pan.=

And they heard the words it said,--
"Pan is dead! great Pan is dead!
Pan, Pan is dead!"
1296
MRS. BROWNING: _The Dead Pan._

=Pang.=

And even the pang preceding death
Bids expectation rise.
1297
GOLDSMITH: _The Captivity,_ Act ii.

=Paradise.=

'T is sweet, as year by year we lose
Friends out of sight, in faith to muse
How grows in Paradise our store.
1298
KEBLE: _Burial of the Dead._

=Pardon.=

Forgiveness to the injured does belong;
But they ne'er pardon who have done the wrong.
1299
DRYDEN: _Conquest of Granada,_ Pt. ii., Act i., Sc. 2.

=Parents.=