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Sleep.- Death's half-brother, SLEEP.-DRYDEN, The Æneid, book vi,

Now blessings light on him that first invented SLEEP! it covers a man all over, thoughts and all, like a cloak; it is meat for the hungry, drink for the thirsty, heat for the cold, and cold for the hot.CERVANTES, Don Quixote, part ii. ch. 67.

O SLEEP! it is a gentle thing,
Beloved from pole to pole.

COLERIDGE, Ancient Mariner, pt. v.
SLEEP, that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care,
The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath,
Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,
Chief nourisher in life's feast.

SHAKESPERE, Macbeth, act ii. sc. 2.
SLEEP the sleep that knows not breaking,
Morn of toil, nor night of waking.

Scott, Lady of the Lake, canto 1, st. 31.
SLEEP that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye.

SHAKESPERE, Midsummer Night's Dream, act iii. sc. 2. Tired Nature's sweet restorer, balmy SLEEP !

YOUNG, Night Thoughts, Night i. 1. 1. Slippery.-He that stands upon a SLIPPERY place Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up.

SHAKESPERE, King John, act iii. sc. 4. Sluggard.—'Tis the voice of the sLUGGARD, I heard him complain, “ You have waked me too soon, I must slumber again.”

WATTS, The Sluggard. Smell.--A very ancient and fish-like SMELL.

SHAKESPERE, Tempest, act ii. sc. 2. The rankest compound of villainous SMELL that ever offended

nostril. --Ibid., Merry Wives, act iii, sc. 5. Smile. One may SMILE and smile, and be a villain.

Ibid., Hamlet, act i. sc. 5. Smiles.

SMILES from reason flow, To brute deny'd, and are of love the food.

MILTON, Paradise Lost, book ix. 1. 239, Snake.- We have scotch'd the SNAKE, not kiil'd it.

SHAKESPERE, Macbeth, act iii. sc. 2. Snug.Here Skugg

As a bug

In a rug.-B. FRANKLIN, Letter to Miss Georgina Shipley.

Whom well inspired, the oracle pronounced
Wisest of men.-MILTON, Paradise Regained, book iv. 1. 274.

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Solitude.--IN SOLITUDE, where we are least alone.

BYRON, Childe Harold, canto iii. st. 90.
I praise the Frenchman, his remark was shrewd,
How sweet, how passing sweet is SOLITUDE!
But grant me still a friend in my retreat,
Whom I may whisper, solitude is sweet.

COWPER, Retirement, 1. 739.
O SOLITUDE! where are the charms
That sages have seen in thy face?-Ibid., Alexander Selkirk.
SOLITUDE sometimes is best society,
And short retirement urges sweet return.

MILTON, Paradise Lost, book ix. 1. 249.
Something.—There's SOMETHING in a flying horse,
And something in a huge balloon.

WORDSWORTH, Peter Bell, Prol. st. 4.
Son.—And all to leave what with his toil he won,
To that unfeather'd two-legg'd thing, a son.

DRYDEN, Achitophel.
Song.–Odds life! must one swear to the truth of a SONG ?

PRIOR, A Better Answer.
Soft words, with nothing in them, make a soNG.

WALLER, To Creech, 1. 10.
Unlike my subject now shall be my SONG,
It shall be witty, anil it shan't be long.

CHIESTERFIELD, Impromptu Lines.
Sophonisba.-0 SOPHONISBA! Sophonisba, O!

THOMSON, Sophonisba, act iii. sc. 2. ** In the second edition this line was altered to “O Sophonisha! I am wholly thine." The wags of the day parodied the original lines, “O Jamie Thomson ! Jamie Thomson, O!” Sorrow, Down, thou climbing SORROW !

Thy element's below.—SHAKESPERE, King Lear.

Give SORROW words ; the grief that does not speak
Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break.

Ibid., Macbeth, act iv. sc. 3.
TIere bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish-
Earth has no SORROW that Heaven cannot heal.

MOORE, Come, ye Lisconsolate.
The path of SORROW, and that path alone,
Leads to the lands where sorrow is unknown.

COWPER, To an afflicted Protestant Lady.



This is the truth the poet sings,
That a SORROW's crown of sorrow is remembering happier

things.—TENNYSON, Locksley Hall. Sorrows.

Here I and SORROWs sit;
Here is my throne; bid kings come bow to it.

SHAKESPERE, King John, act iii. sc. 1 Soul.-Go, Soul, the body's guest,

Upon a thankless arrant;
Fear not to touch the best,

The truth shall be thy warrant;
Go, since I needs must die,

And give the world the lie.The Lie. *** This poem is traced in manuscript to the year 1593. It first appeared in print in Davison's Poetical Rhapsody, second edition, 1608. It has been assigned to various authors, but on Raleigh's side there is good evidence, beside the internal testimony, which appears to us irrosistible. Two answers to it, written in Raleigh's lifetime, ascribe it to him; and two manuscript copies of the period of Elizabeth bear the title of “Sir Walter Raleigh, his Lie.”—CHAMBERS’s Cyclopædia.

He had kept
The whiteness of his sote, and thus men o'er him wept.

BYRON, Childe Harold.
There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl,
The feast of reason and the flow of soul.

POPE, Satire.
I am positive I have a soul; nor can all the books with which
materialists have pestered the world ever convince me to the con.

trary.-STERNE, Sentimental Journey. Souls. Our souls sit close and silently within,

And their own web from their own entrails spin;
And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such,
That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch.

DRYDEN, Marriage à la Mode, act. ii. sc. 1. Sovereign.—When I forget my SOVEREIGN, may my God forget me.

LORD THURLOW, 27 Parl. Hist. 680; Ann. Reg. 1789. Sow.-Wrong sow by the ear.—BEN JONSON, Every Man in his

Humour, act ii. sc. 1. BUTLER, Hudibras, part ü. canto iii. line

580. COLMAN, Heir-at-Law, act i. sc. 1. Spade-Call a SPADE a spade.—PLUTARCH.

"Nerer mind,” said Philip, - the Macedonians are people; they call a SPADE a spade."-KENNEDY, Demosthenes, vol.

i. p. 249. Sparrow.–There's a special providence in the fall of a SPARROW.

SHAKESPERE, Hamlet, act v. sc. 2.

a blunt

Speech.—SPEECH is silver, silence is gold. - German Proverb.

SPEECH is like cloth of Arras, opened and put abroad, whereby the imagery doth appear in figure; whereas in thoughts they lie but as in packs.-PLUTARCH, Life of Themistocles. Bacon's Essays,

On Friendship Speech was given to man to conceal his thoughts.--Ils n'employent les paroles que pour déguiser leurs pensées.

VOLTAIRE, Dialogue xiv. Le Chapon et la Poularde.
Where Nature's end of language is declined,
And men talk only to conceal the mind.

YOUNG, Love of Fame, Satire ii. 1. 207. *** The germ of the above saying is to be met with in Jeremy Taylor; South, Butler, Young, Lloyd, and Goldsmith have repeated it after him. Spider.—The SPIDER's touch, how exquisitely fine! Feels at each thread, and lives along the line.

POPE, Essay on Man, epistle i. 1. 217.
Much like a subtle SPIDER which doth sit
In middle of her web, which spreadeth wide;
If aught do touch the utmost thread of it,
She feels it instantly on every side.

SIR JOHN DAVIES (1570-1626), The Immortality of the Soul Spire.- Who taught the heaven-directed SPIRE to rise ?

POPE, Moral Essays, epistle iii. 1. 261.
Spires.—SPIRES whose “silent finger points to heaven."

WORDSWORTH, The Excursion, bk. vi.
Ye distant SPIRES, ye antique towers.

GRAY, On a Distant Prospect of Eton College, st. 1.

I am thy father's SPIRIT;
Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night,
And for the day confin'd to fast in fires,
Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature
Are burnt and purged away. 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, freeze thy young blood,
Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres,
Thy knotted and combinèd locks to part,
And each particular hair to stand on end,
Like quills upon the fretful porcupine:
But this eternal blazon must not be
to ears of flesh and blood. List, list, O list!

SHAKESPERF Ihumlet, act i. sc. 8.


Glen. I can call SPIRITS from the vasty deep.
Hot. Why, so can I, or go can any man;
But will they come when you do call for thein ?

SHAKESPERE, King Henry IV., pt. i. act iii. sc. 1.
Black SPIRITS and white,

Red spirits and gray,
Mingle, mingle, mingle,

You that mingle may.- Ibid., Macbeth.
Spiritual.—Millions of SPIRITUAL creatures walk the earth,
Unseen, both when we wake and when we sleep.

MILTON, Paradise Lost, bk. iv. 1. 677. Sport.-SPORT that wrinkled Care derides,

And Laughter holding both his sides.
Come, and trip it as you go,

On the light fantastic toe.--Ibid., L'Allegro, 1. 31.
Spot.-Out, damnèd spot! out, I say !

SHAKESPERE, Macbeth, act v. sc. 1. Spring.–Come, gentle SPRING ! ethereal mildness! come.

THOMSON, The Seasons
“Come, gentle SPRING ! ethereal mildness! come.”
O Thomson! void of rhyme as well as reason ;
How could'st thou thus poor human nature hum ?

There's no such season !-HOOD.

All the world's a STAGE,
And all the men and women merely players :
They have their exits and their entrances ;
And one man in his time plays many parts, -
His acts being seven ages.

At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel,
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lin'd,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances ;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacle on nose, and pouch on side;

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