on,_ St. 4.
=Sin.=
Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin,
Unhousell'd, disappointed, unaneled.
1700
SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 5.
One sin, I know, another doth provoke;
Murder's as near to lust, as flame to smoke.
1701
SHAKS.: _Pericles,_ Act i., Sc. 1.
In lashing sin, of every stroke beware,
For sinners feel, and sinners you must spare.
1702
CRABBE: _Tales, Advice,_ Line 242.
But sad as angels for the good man's sin,
Weep to record, and blush to give it in.
1703
CAMPBELL: _Pl. of Hope,_ Pt. ii., Line 357.
I waive the quantum o' the sin,
The hazard of concealing;
But, och! it hardens a' within,
And petrifies the feeling!
1704
BURNS: _Epistle to a Young Friend._
Compound for sins they are inclined to,
By damning those they have no mind to.
1705
BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. i., Canto i., Line 215.
=Sincerity.=
I never tempted her with word too large,
But, as a brother to his sister, show'd
Bashful sincerity and comely love.
1706
SHAKS.: _Much Ado,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.
His nature is too noble for the world:
He would not flatter Neptune for his trident,
Or Jove for 's power to thunder. His heart's his mouth:
What his breast forges that his tongue must vent.
1707
SHAKS.: _Coriolanus,_ Act iii., Sc. 1.
=Singing.=
But in his motion like an angel sings,
Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubims.
1708
SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act v., Sc. 1.
Sing, seraph with the glory! heaven is high.
Sing, poet with the sorrow! earth is low.
The universe's inward voices cry
"Amen" to either song of joy and woe.
Sing, seraph, poet! sing on equally!
1709
MRS. BROWNING: _Sonnets, Seraph and Poet._
I send my heart up to thee, all my heart
In this my singing!
For the stars help me, and the sea bears part.
1710
ROBERT BROWNING: _In a Gondola._
I do but sing because I must,
And pipe but as the linnets sing.
1711
TENNYSON: _In Memoriam,_ Pt. xxi., St. 6.
Song forbids victorious deeds to die.
1712
SCHILLER: _Artists,_ St. 11.
=Singularity.=
No two on earth in all things can agree;
All have some darling singularity.
1713
CHURCHILL: _Apology,_ Line 402.
=Sister.=
Oh, never say hereafter
But I am truest speaker. You call'd me brother
When I was but your sister.
1714
SHAKS.: _Cymbeline,_ Act v., Sc. 5.
=Skill.=
How happy is he born or taught,
That serveth not another's will;
Whose armor is his honest thought,
And simple truth his utmost sk
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