570 SENSE. SENSIBILITY. SENSE-SENSES. IF we had nought but sense, each living wight, Which we call brute, would be more sharp than we. As having sense's apprehensive might In a more clear and excellent degree. And yet good sense doth purify the brain, Awake the fancy, and the wits refine; Hence old devotion incense did ordain, To make men's spirits apt for thoughts divine. Something there is more needful than expense, And pointed brilliantwise, we know not. Here The senses degradations, otherwise Than as fine steps, whereby the queenly soul Comes down from her bright throne to view the mass She hath dominion over, and the things Of her inheritance; and re-ascends With an indignant fiery purity Not to be touched, her seat. Bailey. SENSIBILITY. OUR sensibilities are so acute, The fear of being silent makes us mute. Cowper. Sensibility, how charming, Thou, my friend, canst truly tell; Dearly bought, the hidden treasure, Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure, Burns. WOULD you taste the tranquil scene? 571 Shenstone. And the repress'd convulsion of the high Serenely my heart took the hue of the hour, Byron. Its passions were sleeping, were mute as the dead; And the spirit becalm'd but remember'd their power, As the billow the force of the gale that was fled! Reflected on the lake, I love To see the stars of evening glow; Thus heavenly hope is all serene, But earthly hope, how bright soe'er, Still fluctuates o'er this changing scene, Moore. Heber. SEVERITY. THOUGH sprightly, gentle, though polite, sincere. There was a brightening paleness in his face, Beattie. Showered on the lonely Latmian; on his brow 572 SERVANTS. SERVICE. SERVILE. SERVANTS. -FROM the king To the beggar, by gradations, all are servants; Expect not more from servants than is just; Since God and Nature them own brothers made. Denham. SERVICE. HAD I but served my God with half the zeal As in virtuous actions, The undertaker finds a full reward, Massinger. Small service is true service while it lasts, SERVILE. YET as winds sing through a hollow tree, And, (since it lets them pass through,) lets it stand; To their wild rage,) they rend up by the root; (That will not wind with every crooked way, Chapman. SHADE. SHAME. SHADE-SHADOW. 'T With every change his features played, Checkered Shade, Checkered Shade! Many a dark thread woven in Such the garments that we wear, 573 Campbell. Scott. Anon. SHAME. SHAME sticks ever close to the ribs of honour, It leaves some ache or other in their names still, Middleton. For often vice, provok'd to shame, Borrows the colour of a virtuous deed: Thus libertines are chaste, and misers good, A coward valiant, and a priest sincere. Sewell. I can bear scorpions' stings, tread fields of fire; Be toss'd aloft through tracts of endless void- Joanna Baillie. 574 SHARE. SHELLS. SHEPHERD. SHARE. WELL may he then to you his cares impart, Addison. SHELLS. ALBION Was to Neptune recommended; Of pearly hue Within, and they that lustre have imbibed Dryden. In the sun's palace porch, where, when unyoked, Its polished lips to your attentive ear, And it remembers its august abodes, And murmurs as the ocean murmurs there.-Landor. SHEPHERD. GIVES not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To Shepherds, looking on their silly sheep, To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery? And to conclude,-The Shepherd's homely curds, When care, mistrust, and treason wait upon him. Shakspere. |