vain;
It gets thee nothing, and hath no excuse.
1842
HERBERT: _Temple, Church Porch,_ St. 10.

=Sweetness.=

Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour.
1843
SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act i., Sc. 3.

Married to immortal verse,
Such as the meeting soul may pierce,
In notes with many a winding bout
Of linked sweetness long drawn out.
1844
MILTON: _L'Allegro,_ Line 135.

=Swiftness.=

I go, I go; look how I go;
Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow.
1845
SHAKS.: _Mid. N. Dream,_ Act iii., Sc. 2.

His golden locks time hath to silver turned;
O time too swift! O swiftness never ceasing!
1846
GEORGE PEELE: _Sonnet, Polyhymnia._

=Swimming.=

How many a time have I
Cloven with arm still lustier, breast more daring,
The wave all roughen'd; with a swimmer's stroke
Flinging the billows back from my drench'd hair,
And laughing from my lip the audacious brine,
Which kiss'd it like a wine-cup, rising o'er
The waves as they arose, and prouder still
The loftier they uplifted me.
1847
BYRON: _Two Foscari,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

=Sword.=

Full bravely hast thou fleshed
Thy maiden sword.
1848
SHAKS.: _1 Henry IV.,_ Act v., Sc. 4.

Chase brave employment with a naked sword
Throughout the world.
1849
HERBERT: _The Church Porch._

=Sympathy.=

Thou hast given me, in this beauteous face,
A world of earthly blessings to my soul,
If sympathy of love unite our thoughts.
1850
SHAKS.: _2 Henry VI.,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

There's nought in this bad world like sympathy:
'Tis so becoming to the soul and face--
Sets to soft music the harmonious sigh,
And robes sweet friendship in a Brussels lace.
1851
BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto xiv., St. 47.

=Synods.=

Synods are mystical bear-gardens,
Where elders, deputies, church-wardens,
And other members of the court,
Manage the Babylonish sport.
1852
BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. i., Canto iii., Line 1095.

==T.==

=Tale.=

Who so shall telle a tale after a man,
He moste reherse, as neighe as ever he can,
Everich word, if it be in his charge,
All speke he never so rudely and so large.
1853
CHAUCER: _Canterbury Tales, Prologue,_ Line 733.

But that I am forbid
To tell the secrets of my prison-house,
I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word
Would harrow up thy soul.
1854
SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 5.

I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver
Of my whole course of love.
1855
SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act i., Sc. 3.