the Bookseller._

How many great ones may remember'd be,
Which in their days most famously did flourish,
Of whom no word we hear, nor sign now see,
But as things wip'd out with a sponge do perish.
125
SPENSER: _Ruins of Time,_ St. 52.

=Authority.=

Man, proud man,
Drest in a little brief authority,
Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd,
His glassy essence--like an angry ape,
Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven
As make the angels weep!
126
SHAKS.: _M. for M.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

=Autumn.=

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness!
Close bosom friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With, fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core.
127
KEATS: _To Autumn._

Divinest autumn! who may paint thee best,
Forever changeful o'er the changeful globe?
Who guess thy certain crown, thy favorite crest,
The fashion of thy many-colored robe?
128
R.H. STODDARD: _Autumn._

Autumn wins you best by this its mute
Appeal to sympathy for its decay.
129
ROBERT BROWNING: _Paracelsus,_ Sc. i.

The lands are lit
With all the autumn blaze of Golden Rod;
And everywhere the Purple Asters nod
And bend and wave and flit.
130
HELEN HUNT: _Asters and Golden Rod._

I saw old Autumn in the misty morn
Stand shadowless like silence, listening
To silence, for no lonely bird would sing
Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn,
Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn.
131
HOOD: _Autumn._

=Avarice.=

The lust of gold succeeds the rags of conquest:
The lust of gold, unfeeling and remorseless!
The last corruption of degenerate man.
132
DR. JOHNSON: _Irene,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

So for a good old-gentlemanly vice,
I think I must take up with avarice.
133
BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto i., St. 216.

That disease
Of which all old men sicken,--avarice.
134
MIDDLETON: _Roaring Girl,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

=Awkwardness.=

Awkward, embarrassed, stiff, without the skill
Of moving gracefully, or standing still,
One leg, as if suspicious of his brother,
Desirous seems to run away from t'other.
135
CHURCHILL: _Rosciad,_ Line 438.

==B.==

=Balances.=

Jove lifts the golden balances that show
The fates of mortal men, and things below.
136
POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. xxii., Line 271.

=Ball.=

I saw her at a county ball;
There when the sound of flute and fidd