HAKS.: _King John,_ Act iv., Sc. 2.

=Cowardice.=

O, that a mighty man, of such descent,
Of such possessions, and so high esteem,
Should be infused with so foul a spirit!
425
SHAKS.: _Tam. of the S.,_ Introduction, Sc. 2.

Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
426
SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

The man that lays his hand upon a woman,
Save in the way of kindness, is a wretch
Whom 't were gross flattery to name a coward.
427
JOHN TOBIN: _Honeymoon,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.

The coward never on himself relies,
But to an equal for assistance flies.
428
CRABBE: Tale iii., Line 84.

=Cowslips.=

With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head,
And every flower that sad embroidery wears.
429
MILTON: _Lycidas,_ Line 139.

=Coxcombs.=

So by false learning is good sense defac'd;
Some are bewilder'd in the maze of schools,
And some made coxcombs, nature meant but fools.
430
POPE: _E. on Criticism,_ Pt. i., Line 25.

And coxcombs vanquish Berkeley by a grin.
431
JOHN BROWN: _An Essay on Satire._

=Cradle.=

Me let the tender office long engage
To rock the cradle of reposing age.
432
POPE: _Prologue to the Satires,_ Line 408.

=Craftiness.=

That for ways that are dark
And for tricks that are vain,
The heathen Chinee is peculiar.
433
BRET HARTE: _Plain Language from Truthful James._

=Creation.=

Creation sleeps! 'T is as the general pulse
Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause,--
An awful pause! prophetic of her end.
434
YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night i., Line 23.

=Credit.=

Bless paper credit! last and best supply!
That lends corruption lighter wings to fly.
435
POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. iii., Line 39.

=Creed.=

Shall I ask the brave soldier who fights by my side
In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree?
Shall I give up the friend I have valued and tried,
If he kneel not before the same altar with me?
436
MOORE: _Come, Send Round the Wine._

=Crime.=

Between the acting of a dreadful thing
And the first motion, all the interim is
Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream.
437
SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.

One murder made a villain,
Millions a hero. Princes were privileged
To kill, and numbers sanctified the crime.
438
BEILBY PORTEUS: _Death,_ Line 154.

=Criticism--Critics.=

I am nothing if not critical.
439
SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.

Critics I saw, that oth