Brandy. Claret is the liquor for boys: port for men: but he who aspires to be a hero must drink brandy.

Brandy will do soonest for a man what drinking can do for him.

SAMUEL JOHNSON, Life, by Boswell, April 7, 1779 Brass.- Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues We write in water.

Brave.

SHAKESPEARE, King Henry VIII, iv, 2

How sleep the brave who sink to rest

By all their country's wishes blest!

By fairy hands their knell is rung,
By forms unseen their dirge is sung:
There Honour comes, a pilgrim grey,
To bless the turf that wraps their clay,
And Freedom shall awhile repair
To dwell a weeping hermit there!

WILLIAM COLLINS, Ode Written in 1746

None but the brave deserves the fair.

DRYDEN, Alexander's Feast, line 15

Then to side with Truth is noble when we share her wretched crust,

Ere her cause bring fame and profit, and 'tis prosperous to be just;

Then it is the brave man chooses, while the coward
stands aside,

Doubting, in his abject spirit, till his Lord is crucified,
And the multitude make virtue of the faith they had
denied.
LOWELL, The Present Crisis, st. 11

The bravest of the brave.1

NAPOLEON BONAPARTE, Life, by Sloane, IV, 2

The heart's-blood of the brave.

L. H. SIGOURNEY, Return of Napoleon from St. Helena, st. 9

Bravest. The bravest are the tenderest,

The loving are the daring.

BAYARD TAYLOR, The Song of the Camp, st. II

Bread. Besides, they always smell of bread and butter.

BYRON, Beppo, st. 39

Not a deed would he do, nor a word would he utter,
Till he weighed its relation to plain bread and butter.
LOWELL, Fable for Critics, lines 186, 187

1A characterization of Marshal Ney.

This day, be bread and peace my lot:
All else beneath the sun,

Thou know'st if best bestowed or not;

And let Thy will be done.

POPE, The Universal Prayer, st, 12
SWIFT, Tale of a Tub

Bread is the staff of life.1

Chalk and alum and plaster are sold to the poor for
bread,

And the spirit of murder works in the very means of life.
TENNYSON, Maud, I, st. 10

Break. Break, break, break,

On thy cold grey stones, O Sea!

And I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me.

TENNYSON, Break, Break, st. 1

Break not, O woman's heart, but still endure.
TENNYSON, Idylls of the King, Dedication, line 43

Breakers.

The breakers licked them off; and some were
crushed,
Some swallowed in the yeast, some flung up dead,
The dear breath beaten out of them.

Breakfast.

JEAN INGELOw, Brothers, and a Sermon

Then to breakfast with

What appetite you have.

SHAKESPEARE, King Henry VIII, iii, 2

Breast. On some fond breast the parting soul relies,
Some pious drops the closing eye requires;

E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries,
E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires.

GRAY, Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard, st. 24

So perish all whose breast ne'er learned to glow

For others' good, or melt at others' woe.

POPE, Elegy to an Unfortunate Lady, lines 45, 46

Now is done thy long day's work;
Fold thy palms across thy breast,'
Fold thine arms, turn to thy rest.

TENNYSON, A Dirge, st. 1

Breath. With bated breath and whispering humbleness. SHAKESPEARE, Merchant of Venice, i, 3

1 Bread which strengtheneth man's heart.

Ps. civ, 15

2Two hands upon the breast,

And labor's done.

D. M. CRAIK, Now and Afterwards

Breathing. We watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low,

As in her breast the wave of life

Kept heaving to and fro.-HOOD, The Death-Bed, st. 1

Breech. But Hudibras gave him a twitch

As quick as lightning in the breech,
Just in the place where honour's lodged,
As wise philosophers have judged,
Because a kick in that part more

Hurts honour than deep wounds before.

BUTLER, Hudibras, II, iii, lines 1065-1070

Brevity. Brevity is the soul of wit.

Bribe.

SHAKESPEARE, Hamlet, ii, 2
Examine well

His milk-white hand; the palm is hardly clean
But here and there an ugly smutch appears.
Foh! 'twas a bribe that left it: he has touched
Corruption! Whoso seeks an audit here
Propitious, pays his tribute, game or fish,
Wild-fowl or venison; and his errand speeds.

COWPER, The Task: The Winter Evening,
lines 606-612

This prints my letters,' that expects a bribe,
And others roar aloud, “Subscribe, subscribe."
POPE, Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot, lines 113, 114
What! shall one of us,

Bribes.

That struck the foremost man of all this world
But for supporting robbers, shall we now
Contaminate our fingers with base bribes,
And sell the mighty space of our large honours
For so much trash as may be grasped thus?

I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,

Than such a Roman.-SHAKESPEARE, Julius Cæsar, iv, 3

Bricks. Sir, he made a chimney in my father's house, and the bricks are alive at this day to testify it.

Bride.

SHAKESPEARE, King Henry VI, Part II, iv, 2

The bride hath paced into the hall,

Red as a rose is she;

Nodding their heads before her goes

The merry minstrelsy.

Bride-bed.

COLERIDGE, Ancient Mariner, lines 33-36

I thought thy bride-bed to have decked, sweet maid,

And not [to] have strewed thy grave.

SHAKESPEARE, Hamlet, v, I

1 Some of Pope's letters to Cromwell had been surreptitiously printed.

Bridge. In yon strait path a thousand

May well be stopped by three.
Now who will stand on either hand,

And keep the bridge with me?

Brief.- Brief let me be.

MACAULAY, Horatius, st. 29

SHAKESPEARE, Hamlet, i, 5

Briers.- Oh, how full of briers is this working-day world!

SHAKESPEARE, As You Like It, i, 3

Britain.— When Britain first, at Heaven's command,

Arose from out the azure main,

This was the charter of the land,

British.

And guardian angels sung this strain:
"Rule, Britannia, rule the waves,

Britons never will be slaves."-THOMSON, Alfred, ii, 5

Wherever there is water to float a ship, there is to be found a British standard.

Britons.

NAPOLEON BONAPARTE, Life, by Sloane, IV, 214
Britons rarely swerve

From law, however stern, which tends their strength to

nerve.

BYRON, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto ii, st.19

Broken-hearted.- Had we never loved sae kindly,
Had we never loved sae blindly,
Never met-or never parted,
We had ne'er been broken-hearted.

Brook.

BURNS, Ae Fond Kiss, st. 2

A noise like of a hidden brook

In the leafy month of June,

That to the sleeping woods all night
Singeth a quiet tune.

S. T. COLERIDGE, Ancient Mariner, lines 369-372

Brother. Tam lo'ed him like a vera brither;

They had been fou for weeks thegither.

BURNS, Tam O'Shanter, st. 5

SHAKESPEARE, Hamlet, i, 2

My father's brother, but no more like my father
Than I to Hercules.

There spake my brother; there my father's grave
Did utter forth a voice.

SHAKESPEARE, Measure for Measure, iii, 1

"Where wert thou, brother, those four days?"

There lives no record of reply.

TENNYSON, In Memoriam, xxxi, st. 2

Brotherhood. There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man; the natural bond

Of brotherhood is severed as the flax

That falls asunder at the touch of fire.

COWPER, The Task: The Time-Piece, lines 8-11

The crest and crowning of all good,

Life's final star, is Brotherhood.

Brothers.

EDWIN MARKHAM, Brotherhood, st. 1

Then let us pray that come it may,
As come it will for a' that,

That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth,
May bear the gree [palm] and a' that.
For a' that and a' that,

It's coming yet, for a' that.

That man to man, the warld o'er,
Shall brothers be for a' that.1

BURNS, Is There for Honest Poverty, st. 5

More than my brothers are to me.

Brow.

TENNYSON, In Memoriam, lxxix, st. 1

This man's brow, like to a title-leaf,

Foretells the nature of a tragic volume.

Brown.

SHAKESPEARE, King Henry IV, Part II, i, I

Old Brown,

Osawatomie Brown,

Said, "Boys, the Lord will aid us!" and he shoved his ramrod down.

STEDMAN, How Old Brown Took Harper's Ferry, st. 2

Brute. A bitter sorrow 'tis to lose a brute

Friend, dog or horse, for grief must then be mute,-
So many smile to see the rivers shed

Of tears for one poor, speechless creature dead.

Bubble.

T. W. PARSONS, Obituary, lines 11-14

Only propose to blow a bubble,

And Lord! what hundreds will subscribe for soap!

HOOD, A Black Job, st. 2

Who sees with equal eye, as God of all,
A hero perish, or a sparrow fall,

Atoms or systems into ruin hurled,

And now a bubble burst, and now a world.

POPE, Essay on Man, Epistle i, lines 87-90

When man to man shall be a friend and brother.

1Hope on, hope ever, yet the time shall come.

GERALD MASSEY, Hope On, Hope Ever