and die so like a tile,
A sudden view it would beguile;
The upper part thereof was whey;
The nether, orange mix'd with grey.
153
BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. i., Canto i., Line 241.

=Beast.=

A beast, that wants discourse of reason.
154
SHAKS.; _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 2.

=Beauty.=

My beauty, though but mean,
Needs not the painted flourish of your praise;
Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye,
Not utter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues.
155
SHAKS.: _Love's L. Lost,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.

Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good;
A shining gloss that fadeth suddenly;
A flower that dies, when first it 'gins to bud;
A brittle glass that's broken presently;
A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower,
Lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour.
156
SHAKS.: _Pass. Pilgrim,_ St. 11

Beauty stands
In the admiration only of weak minds
Led captive; cease to admire, and all her plumes
Fall flat and shrink into a trivial toy,
At every sudden slighting quite abash'd.
157
MILTON: _Par. Regained,_ Bk. ii., Line 220.

Old as I am, for ladies' love unfit,
The power of beauty I remember yet.
158
DRYDEN: _Cym. and Iph.,_ Line 1.

A thing of beauty is a joy forever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
159
KEATS: _Endymion,_ Bk. i., Line 1.

What is this thought or thing
Which I call beauty? is it thought or thing?
Is it a thought accepted for a thing?
Or both? or neither--a pretext?--a word?
160
MRS. BROWNING: _Drama of Ex. Extrem. of Sword-Glare._

If eyes were made for seeing,
Then Beauty is its own excuse for being.
161
EMERSON: _The Rhodora._

Fair tresses man's imperial race insnare,
And beauty draws us with a single hair.
162
POPE: _R. of the Lock,_ Canto ii., Line 27.

True beauty dwells in deep retreats,
Whose veil is unremoved
Till heart with heart in concord beats,
And the lover is beloved.
163
WORDSWORTH: _To ----. Let Other Bards of Angels Sing._

=Bed.=

In bed we laugh, in bed we cry,
And born in bed, in bed we die;
The near approach a bed may show
Of human bliss and human woe.
164
ISAAC DE BENSERADE: _Trans._ by Dr. Johnson.

=Bees.=

So work the honey-bees;
Creatures, that by a rule in nature, teach
The act of order to a peopled kingdom.
165
SHAKS.: _Henry V.,_ Act i., Sc. 2.

The moan of doves in imme