n erring reason's spite,
One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right.
1517
POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. i., Line 289.

=Rivers.=

By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
1518
MARLOWE: _The Passionate Shepherd to His Love._

See the rivers, how they run,
Changeless to the changeless sea.
1519
CHARLES KINGSLEY: _Saint's Tragedy,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

The river glideth at his own sweet will.
1520
WORDSWORTH: _Earth has not anything to show more fair._

=Robbery.=

I'll example you with thievery:
The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction
Robs the vast sea; the moon's an arrant thief,
And her pale fire she snatches from the sun;
The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves
The moon into salt tears; the earth's a thief,
That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen
From general excrement: each thing's a thief.
1521
SHAKS.: _Timon of A.,_ Act iv., Sc. 3.

=Rock.=

Better to sink beneath the shock
Than moulder piecemeal on the rock.
1522
BYRON: _Giaour,_ Line 969.

Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee.
1523
TOPLADY: _Salvation through Christ._

Come one, come all! this rock shall fly
From its firm base as soon as I.
1524
SCOTT: _Lady of the Lake,_ Canto v., St. 10.

=Rod.=

His rod revers'd,
And backward mutters of dissevering power.
1525
MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 816.

A light to guide, a rod
To check the erring, and reprove.
1526
WORDSWORTH: _Ode to Duty._

=Roman.=

I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,
Than such a Roman.
1527
SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act iv., Sc. 3.

This was the noblest Roman of them all.
1528
SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act v., Sc. 5.

=Romance.=

Romances paint at full length people's wooings,
But only give a bust of marriages.
1529
BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto iii., St. 8.

Lady of the Mere,
Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.
1530
WORDSWORTH: _A Narrow Girdle of Rough Stones and Crags._

=Rome.=

To the glory that was Greece
And the grandeur that was Rome.
1531
EDGAR A. POE: _To Helen._

=Rose.=

At Christmas I no more desire a rose
Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth;
But like of each thing that in season grows.
1532
SHAKS.: _Love's L. Lost,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem,
For that sweet odor which doth in it live.
1533
SHAKS.: Sonnet liv.

You love the roses--so do I. I wish
The sky would rain down roses, a