Ez fer war, I call it murder,-Ther you hev it plain and flat; I don't want to go no furder Than my Testyment fer that. St. 8. b. LOWELL--The Bigelow Papers. No. 1. We kind o' thought Christ went agin war an' pillage. C. LOWELL-The Bigelow Papers. No. 3. War in men's eyes shall be In the good time coming. Nations shall not quarrel then, To prove which is the stronger; Nor slaughter men for glory's sake;Wait a little longer. d. MACKAY-- The Good Time Coming. Some undone widow sits upon mine arm, And takes away the use of it; and my sword, Glued to my scabbard with wronged orphan's tears, Will not be drawn. WAR The imperial ensign; which, full high advanced, Shone like a meteor streaming to the wind. m. MILTON-Paradise Lost. Bk. I. Line 536. Their rising all at once was as the sound n. MILTON-Paradise Lost. Bk. II. Line 476. Line 276. MILTON-Paradise Lost. Bk. II. v. Line 51. Others, more mild, Retreated in a silent valley, sing k. MILTON-Paradise Lost. Bk. II. PORTEUS-Death. Line 178. All the god's go with you! Upon your sword Sit laurel victory, and smooth success Be strew'd before your feet! Antony and Cleopatra. Act I. Sc. 3. All was lost, C. But that the heavens fought. Be thou as lightning in the eyes of France; Blow, wind! come wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back. f. Macbeth. Act V. Sc. 5. Cæsar's spirit, ranging for revenge, With Até by his side, come hot from hell, Shall in these confines, with a monarch's voice, Cry "Havock," and let slip the dogs of war. J. Julius Cæsar. Act III. Sc. 1. Fight, gentlemen of England! fight boldly, yeomen! Draw, archers, draw your arrows to the head! Spur your proud horses hard, and ride in blood; Thou art thence banish'd, we would muster all From twelve to seventy; and, pouring war n. Coriolanus. Act IV. Sc. 5. Hang out our banners on the outward walls; The cry is still, "They come. 0. Macbeth. Act V. Sc. 5. The purple testament of bleeding war. p. I drew this gallant head of war, In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man It is most meet we arm us 'gainst the foe; For peace itself should not so dull a kingdom, But that defences, musters, preparations, Should be maintain'd, assembled, and collected, As were a war in expectation. u. Henry V. Act II. Sc. 4. Lay on, Macduff; And damn'd be him that first cries, "Hold, enough." 1. Macbeth. Act V. Sc. 7. Let's march without the noise of threat'ning drum. 20. Henry IV. Pt. II. Act IV. Sc. 4. Now, for the bare-pick'd bone of majesty Doth dogged war bristle his angry crest, And snarleth in the gentle eyes of peace. King John. Act IV. Sc. 3. x. O, farewell! Farewell the neighing steed and the shrill trump, The bay-trees in our country all are wither'd. And meteors fright the fixed stars of heaven: The pale-fac'd moon looks bloody on the earth, And lean-look'd prophets whisper fearful change; Rich men look sad, and ruffians dance and leap, The one, in fear to lose what they enjoy, m. Richard II. Act II. Sc. 4. The cannons have their bowels full of wrath. And ready mounted are they, to spit forth Their iron indignation 'gainst your walls. King John. Act II. Sc. 1. n. They shall have wars and pay for their presumption. u. Henry VI. Pt. III. Act IV. Sc. 1. The end of war's uncertain. v. Coriolanus. Act V. Sc. 3. Thus far into the bowels of the land Have we march'd without impediment. 10. Richard III. Act V. Sc. 2. Tut, tut; good enough to toss; food for powder, food for powder; they'll fill a pit as well as better. x. Henry IV. Pt. I. Act IV. Sc. 2. War is no strife To the dark house, and the detested wife. y. All's Well That Ends Well. Act II. Sc. 3. O fair is the virgin Lymph, fresh from the fountain, Sleeping in crystal wells, Or issuing clear from the womb of the mountain, Sky-mated, related, Earth's holiest Daughter! Not the hot kiss of wine, Is half so divine, As the sip of thy lip, inspiring Cold Water! 1. ABRAHAM COLES-Ode to Cold Water. The streak of silver sea. m. GLADSTONE Edinburgh Review. Oct., 1870. Applied to the Eng- Water its living strength first shows, n. Rhymed Distichs. But might I of Jove's nectar sip, Water is the mother of the vine, The nurse and fountain of fecundity, The adorner and refresher of the world. p. CHAS. MACKAY-The Dionysia. The rising world of waters dark and deep. 4. MILTON-Paradise Lost. Bk. III. Line 11. Honest water, which ne'er left man i' the mire. How beauteous are rouleaus! how charming chests Containing ingots, bags of dollars, coins (Not of old victors, all whose heads and crests Weigh not the thin ore where their visage shines, But) of fine unclipt gold, where dully rests Some likeness, which the glittering cirque confines, Of modern, reigning, sterling, stupid stamp; Yes! ready money is Aladdin's lamp. f. BYRON-Don Juan. Canto XII. St.12. If I knew a miser who gave up every kind of comfortable living,-all the pleasure of doing good to others,-all the esteem of his fellow-citizens,-and the joys of benevolent friendship, for the sake of accumulating wealth; poor man, says I, you do, indeed, pay too much for your whistle. g. BENJ. FRANKLIN-The Whistle. Wealth brings noble opportunities, and competence is a proper object of pursuit, but wealth, and even competence, may be bought at too high a price. Wealth itself has no moral attribute. It is not money, but the love of money, which is the root of all evil. It is the relation between wealth and the mind and the character of its possessor which is the essential thing. h. HILLARD - The Dangers and Duties of the Mercantile Profession. Address before the Mercantile Library Association. 1850. Poor worms, they hiss at me, whilst I at home Merry Wives of Windsor. Act II. If thou art rich, thou art poor; For, like an ass whose back with ingots bows, Thou bearst thy heavy riches but a journey, And death unloads thee. น. Measure for Measure. Act III. Sc. 1. |