Column.- Where London's column, pointing at the skies, Like a tall bully, lifts the head, and lies. POPE, Moral Essays, Epistle iii, lines 339, 340 Comb.-To comb your noddle with a three-legged stool. SHAKESPEARE, Taming of the Shrew, i, 1 Come. Come in the evening, or come in the morning, That it should come to this! Comfort. SHAKESPEARE, Hamlet, i, 2 That comfort comes too late; 'Tis like a pardon after execution.1 SHAKESPEARE, King Henry VIII, iv, 2 Commandments.- Old as the Ten Commandments. KIPLING, Cleared, st. 12 Could I come near your beauty with my nails, Commerce. Saw the heavens fill with commerce, argosies of magic sails, Pilots of the purple twilight, dropping down with costly Common.- I am not in the roll of common men. SHAKESPEARE, King Henry IV, Part I, iii, 1 In this shape, or in that, has Fate entailed, YOUNG, Night Thoughts, I, lines 238-241 a Commonwealth.- An independent, peaceful, law-abiding, RUFUS CHOATE, Address before the New England "After dying all reprieve's too late." DRYDEN, Song, "Fair, Sweet, and Young," line 18 Company.- Villainous company hath been the spoil of me. SHAKESPEARE, King Henry IV, Part I, iii, 3 Comparisons. She and comparisons are odious.1 DONNE, Elegy VIII: The Comparison Compass. That trembling vassal of the Pole, BYRON, The Island, Canto i, st. 5 Watched the compass chase its tail like a cat at play Complexion. Mislike me not for my complexion, SHAKESPEARE, Merchant of Venice, ii, 1 Compromise. They enslave their children's children who make compromise with sin. LOWELL, The Present Crisis, st. 9 Conclusion.- O most lame and impotent conclusion! SHAKESPEARE, Othello, ii, 1 But this denoted a foregone conclusion. Confess. Confess yourself to heaven; Repent what's past; avoid what is to come; Ibid., iii, 3 SHAKESPEARE, Hamlet, iii, I confess nothing, nor I deny nothing. 4 SHAKESPEARE, Much Ado about Nothing, iv, I Confidence. Confidence is a plant of slow growth in an aged bosom.-WILLIAM PITT, EARL OF CHATHAM, Speech, January 14, 1766 Conflict. It is an irrepressible conflict between opposing and enduring forces.-W. H. SEWARD, Speech, October 25, 1858 Congenial. Congenial spirits part to meet again. THOMAS CAMPBELL, Pleasures of Hope, ii, st. 29 Congress. So, wen one's chose to Congriss, ez soon ez he's in it, A collar grows right round his neck in a minnit, An' sartin it is thet a man cannot be strict In bein' himself, wen he gits to the Deestrict, Fer a coat thet sets wal here in ole Massachusetts, 1 Comparisons are odorous.-SHAKESPEARE, Much Ado about Nothing, iii, 5 Conquer. Though mine arm should conquer twenty worlds, There's a lean fellow beats all conquerors. THOMAS DEKKER, Old Fortunatus, i, 1 Conquered. I sing the hymn of the conquered, who fell in the Battle of Life, The hymn of the wounded, the beaten, who died overwhelmed in the strife; The hymn of the low and the humble, the weary, the Who strove and who failed, acting bravely a silent and Conscience. That fierce thing HOOD, Lamia, Scene vii They call a conscience!1 I keep a conscience clear, I've a hundred pounds a year, And I manage to exist and to be glad, John Brown. CHARLES MACKAY, John Brown, st. 4 What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This, teach me more than hell to shun, POPE, The Universal Prayer, st. 4 Conscience is but [For conscience is] a word that cowards use, Devised at first to keep the strong in awe. SHAKESPEARE, King Richard III, v, 3 1 With his departing breath, A form shall hail him at the gates of death, The spectre Conscience,- shrieking through the gloom, JAMES MONTGOMERY, The West Indies, iii, st. 10 Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, SHAKESPEARE, Hamlet, iii, 1 O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me! My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, SHAKESPEARE, King Richard III, v, 3 Trust that man in nothing who has not a conscience in everything. STERNE, Tristram Shandy, II, xvii; Sermon xxvii Consent. And whispering “I will ne'er consent," consented. BYRON, Don Juan, Canto i, st. 117 Considering."I am pretty well, considering." Mrs. Pipchin always used that form of words. It meant, considering her virtues, sacrifices, and so forth. DICKENS, Dombey and Son, xi Consistency. He's ben on all sides thet give places or pelf; Constable. Out-run the constable at last. Constant. Thou hast BUTLER, Hudibras, I, iii, lines 1367, 1368 I am constant as the northern star, SHAKESPEARE, Julius Cæsar, iii, 1 Content. Happy the man that, when his day is done, He sinks into the last, eternal rest, Breathing these only words: "I am content." EUGENE FIELD, Contentment, st. 1 Contentment.- The noblest mind the best contentment has. SPENSER, Faerie Queene, Canto i, st. 35 Conversation. When you stick on conversation's burrs, Don't strew your pathway with those dreadful urs. HOLMES, A Rhymed Lesson, st. 45 Conversations, dull and dry, Conversations. Embellished with - He said, and So said I. COWPER, Conversation, lines 211, 212 Cook. 'Tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers. SHAKESPEARE, Romeo and Juliet, iv, 2 Cookery. But his neat cookery! he cut our roots In characters, And sauced our broths, as Juno had been sick SHAKESPEARE, Cymbeline, iv, 2 Cooks. We may live without poetry, music, and art; He may live without books, what is knowledge but He may live without hope,- what is hope but deceiving? Cooks must live by making tarts, PRAED, Twenty-Eight and Twenty-Nine, st. 2 Copies. We took him setting of boys' copies. SHAKESPEARE, King Henry VI, Part II, iv, 2 Copper. All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, Corinth. COLERIDGE, Ancient Mariner, lines 111-114 The khan and the pachas are all at their post; A priest at her altars, a chief in her halls, A hearth in her mansions, a stone on her walls. Up to the skies with that wild halloo! BYRON, Siege of Corinth, st. 22 Cormorant. Thence up he flew, and on the Tree of Life, The middle tree and highest there that grew, Sat like a cormorant.1 MILTON, Paradise Lost, IV, lines 194-196 Cornishmen.- By Tre, Pol, and Pen2 ye may know CornishR. S. HAWKER, Gate Song of Stowe, st. 4 men. |