Lies worse

and while it says, "We shall be blest
With some new joys," cuts off what we possessed.
Strange cozenage! none would live past years again,
Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain;
And from the dregs of life think to receive
What the first sprightly running could not give.

Light.-A LIGHT heart lives long.

DRYDEN, Aurungzebe.

SHAKESPERE, Love's Labour's Lost.

And storied windows richly dight,

Casting a dim religious LIGHT.—MILTON, Il Penseroso.

GRAY, Fragments.

Hail, holy LIGHT! offspring of heaven first-born.

MILTON, Paradise Lost.

He that has LIGHT within his own clear breast
May sit i' th' centre and enjoy bright day;
But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts
Benighted walks under the midday sun.-Ibid., Comus.

Long is the way

Ibid., Paradise Lost.

And hard, that out of hell leads up to LIGHT.

Misled by fancy's meteor-ray,
By passion driven;

But yet the LIGHT that led astray

Was light from heaven.-BURNS, The Vision.

The LIGHT that never was on sea or land,

The consecration, and the poet's dream.

WORDSWORTH, Suggested by a Picture of Peele Castle in a Storm.

Lightning.-Brief as the LIGHTNING in the collied night,
That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth,
And ere a man hath power to say, "Behold!"
The jaws of darkness do devour it up.

SHAKESPERE Midsummer Night.

Likewise.-Go, and do thou LIKEWISE.-Luke x. 37.

Limbo, or Limbus.-[Lat., limbus, a border.] A region supposed by some of the old scholastic theologians to lie on the edge or confines of hell. Here, it was thought, the souls of just men, not admitted into heaven or into purgatory, remained to await the general resurrection. Such were the patriarchs and other pious ancients who died before the birth of Christ. Hence the LIMBO was called Limbus Patrum. According to some of the schoolmen, there was also a Limbus Puerorum, or Infantum, a similar place

allotted to the souls of infants dying unbaptized. To these were added, in popular opinion, a Limbus Fatuorum, or Fool's Paradise, the receptacle of all vanity and nonsense. Of this superstitious belief Milton has made use in his "Paradise Lost." See Book III. v. 440-497. Dante has fixed his Limbo, in which the distinguished spirits of antiquity are confined, as the outermost of the circles of his hell.

Limbs. Her gentle LIMBS she did undress,

And lay down in her loveliness.-COLERIDGE, Christabel.

Line. What! will the LINE stretch out to the crack of doom?
SHAKESPERE, Macbeth.

Linen. It is not LINEN you're wearing out,

But human creatures' lives.—HOOD, Song of the Shirt. Lines.-The LINES are fallen unto me in pleasant places.

Lips.-Take, O, take those LIPS away,
That so sweetly were forsworn;

And those eyes, the break of day,
Lights that do mislead the morn;

But my kisses bring again, bring again,

Seals of love, but seal'd in vain, seal'd in vain.

Psalm xvi. 6.

SHAKESPERE, Measure for Measure.

Liquor. You cannot judge the liquor from the lees.

Liquors. For in my youth I never did apply
Hot and rebellious LIQUORS in my blood.

TENNYSON, Queen Mary.

SHAKESPERE, As You Like It.

Little. These LITTLE things are great to little man.

GOLDSMITH, Traveller.

Little said.—And I oft have heard defended
LITTLE SAID is soonest mended.-G. WITHER.
Live. For we that LIVE to please must please to live.

DR. JOHNSON, A Prologue.

LIVE while you live, the epicure would say,
And seize the pleasures of the present day;
Live while you live, the sacred preacher cries,
And give to God each moment as it flies.
Lord, in my views let both united be;
I live in pleasure when I live to thee.

DODDRIDGE, Epigram on his Family Arms.

So LIVE that when thy summons comes to join
The innumerable caravan which moves
To that mysterious realm where each shall take
His chamber in the silent halls of death,

Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,
Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave,
Like one that wraps the drapery of his couch
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.

Thus let me LIVE, unseen, unknown,
Thus unlamented let me die;

BRYANT, Thanatopsis.

Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lie.-POPE, Ode on Solitude:

Thus from the time we first begin to know,

We LIVE and learn, but not the wiser grow.-J. POMFRET.

We LIVE in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths;
In feelings, not in figures on a dial.

We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives
Who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best.

Lives.-LIVES of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time.

P. J. BAILEY, Festus.

LONGFELLOW, A Psalm of Life.

Locks.-Thou canst not say I did it: never shake
Thy gory LOCKS at me.-SHAKESPERE, Macbeth.

Lodge.-O for a LODGE in some vast wilderness,
Some boundless contiguity of shade,

Where rumour of oppression and deceit,
Of unsuccessful or successful war,

Might never reach me more.—CowPER, The Task.

Lonely. So LONELY 'twas, that God himself

Scarce seemed there to be.-COLERIDGE, Ancient Mariner. Look. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey,

This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd,
Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day,
Nor cast one longing ling'ring LOOK behind?
GRAY, Elegy.

Look before you ere you leap.—BUTLER, Hudibras.

Look ere thou leap, see ere thou go.-TUSSER, Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry.

Looked.-LOOKED unutterable things.-THOMSON, Seasons.

Looks. Her modest LOOKS the cottage might adorn,
Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn.

GOLDSMITH, Deserted Village.

And love by looks reviveth.-SHAKESPERE, Venus and Adonis. Lord. But let a LORD once own the happy lines, How the wit brightens! how the stye refines!

POPE, Essay on Criticism.

LORD of himself, though not of lands;
And having nothing, yet hath all.-Sir H. WOTTON.

Lord Harry.-A vulgar name for the devil.

TENNYSON, In Memoriam.

Praising what is LOST

Makes the remembrance dear. - SHAKESPERE, All's Well.

For 'tis a truth well known to most,
That whatsoever thing is LOST,

We seek it, ere it come to light,

In every cranny but the right.-COWPER, The Retired Cat.

'Tis better to have loved and LOST

Than never to have loved at all.-TENNYSON, In Memoriam.
What though the field be LOST?
All is not lost; th' unconquerable will,
And study of revenge, immortal hate,
And courage never to submit or yield.

MILTON, Paradise Lost.

Lothario. One of the dramatis persona in Rowe's tragedy, "The Fair Penitent." His character is that of a libertine and seducer.

usually alluded to as "the gay LOTHARIO."

Is this that haughty gallant, gay LOTHARIO ?-ROWE.

Love.

All LOVE is sweet,

They who inspire it most are fortunate,

As I am now; but those who feel it most

Are happier still.-SHELLEY, Prometheus Unbound.

And we shall sit at endless feast,

Enjoying each the other's good:
What vaster dream can hit the mood

Of LOVE on earth ?-TENNYSON, In Memoriam.

He is

Love.—An oyster may be crossed in LOVE.—SHERIDAN, The Critic.

Better to LOVE amiss, than nothing to have loved.

But LOVE is blind, and lovers cannot see
The petty follies that themselves commit.

CRABBE, Tales.

SHAKESPERE, Merchant of Venice.

But there's nothing half so sweet in life
As LOVE's young dream.-MOORE, Love's Young Dream.

Doubt thou the stars are fire,
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar,

But never doubt I LOVE.—SHAKESPERE, Hamlet.

Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul,
But I do LOVE thee! and when I love thee not,
Chaos is come again.-Ibid., Othello.

Fool, not to know that LOVE endures no tie,
And Jove but laughs at lover's perjury.

DRYDEN, Palamon and Arcite.

For aught that ever I could read,
Could ever hear by tale or history,
The course of true LOVE never did run smooth.

SHAKESPERE, Mid. Night's Dream.

Friendship is constant in all other things,

Save in the office and affairs of LOVE:

Therefore, all hearts in love use their own tongues :
Let every eye negotiate for itself,

And trust no agent.—Ibid., Much Ado.

Hail wedded LOVE, mysterious law, true source
Of human offspring.-MILTON, Paradise Lost.

Heaven has no rage like LOVE to hatred turned,
Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.

CONGREVE, Mourning Bride.

He spake of LOVE, such love as spirits feel
In worlds whose course is equable and pure;
No fears to beat away,-no strife to heal,-
The past unsighed for, and the future sure.

WORDSWORTH, Laodamia.

I could not LOVE thee, dear, so much,
Loved I not honour more.-LOVELACE, To Lucasta.

If there be no great LOVE in the beginning, yet heaven may decrease it upon better acquaintance, when we are married, and have more occasion to know one another: I hope upon familiarity will grow more contempt.-SHAKESPERE, Merry Wives.