218 THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY: _I'd be a Butterfly._

=Bowl.=

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

219 POPE: Satire i., Line 6.

=Boyhood.=

The whining schoolboy, with his satchel, And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school.

220 SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 7.

The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken.

221 MOORE: _Oft in the Stilly Night._

=Braes.=

We twa hae run about the braes, And pu'd the gowans fine.

222 BURNS: _Auld Lang Syne._

=Braggart.=

I know them, yea, And what they weigh, even to the utmost scruple: Scrambling, outfacing, fashion-monging boys, That lie, and cog, and flout, deprave, and slander, Go anticly, and show outward hideousness, And speak off half a dozen dangerous words, How they might hurt their enemies if they durst; And this is all.

223 SHAKS.: _Much Ado,_ Act v., Sc. 1.

=Brains.=

The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.

224 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 4.

=Bravery.=

'Tis more brave To live, than to die.

225 OWEN MEREDITH: _Lucile,_ Pt. ii., Canto vi., St. 11.

None but the brave deserves the fair.

226 DRYDEN: _Alex. Feast,_ St. 1.

How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest!

227 COLLINS: _Lines in 1764._

=Breach.=

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more, Or close the wall up with our English dead!

228 SHAKS.: _Henry V.,_ Act ii., Sc. 4.

=Bread.=

O God! that bread should be so dear, And flesh and blood so cheap!

229 HOOD: _The Song of the Shirt._

=Breast.=

The yielding marble of her snowy breast.

230 WALLER: _On a Lady passing through a Crowd of People._

A word in season spoken May calm the troubled breast.

231 CHARLES JEFFERYS: _A Word in Season._

=Breath.=

When the good man yields his breath (For the good man never dies).

232 JAMES MONTGOMERY: _The Wanderer of Switzerland,_ Pt. v.

=Breeches.=

But the old three-cornered hat, And the breeches, and all that, Are so queer!

233 OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: _The Last Leaf._

=Breezes.=

Breezes of the South!

Who toss the golden and the flame-like flowers, And pass the prairie-hawk that, poised on high, Flaps his broad wings, yet moves not--ye have played Among the palms of Mexico and vines Of Texas, and have crisped the limpid brooks That from the fountains of Sonora glide Into the calm Pacific--have ye fanned A nobler or a lovelier scene than this?

234 WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _The Prairies._

=Brevity.=

Since brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes-- I will be brief.

235 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

For brevity is very good, When we are, or are not, understood.

236 BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. i., Canto i., Line 669.

=Bribes.=

What! shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world, But for supporting robbers;--shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes?