Imperious Caesar, dead and turn'd to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the wind away.

253 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act v., Sc. 1.

But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.

254 SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act iii., Sc. 2.

=Calamity.=

Affliction is enamour'd of thy parts, And thou art wedded to calamity.

255 SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act iii., Sc. 3.

=Calmness.=

And through the heat of conflict keeps the law In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw.

256 WORDSWORTH: _Character of the Happy Warrior._

=Calumny.=

Calumny will sear Virtue itself: these shrugs, these hums, and ha's.

257 SHAKS.: _Wint. Tale,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.

=Camping.=

The bed was made, the room was fit, By punctual eve the stars were lit; The air was still, the water ran, No need was there for maid or man, When we put up, my ass and I, At God's green caravanserai.

258 ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON: _A Camp._

=Candle.=

How far that little candle throws his beams!

So shines a good deed in a naughty world.

259 SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act v., Sc. 1.

=Candor.=

Some positive, persisting fops we know, Who, if once wrong, will needs be always so; But you with pleasure own your errors past, And make each day a critique on the last.

260 POPE: _E. on Criticism,_ Pt. iii., Line 9.

=Cannons.=

The cannons have their bowels full of wrath; And ready mounted are they, to spit forth Their iron indignation.

261 SHAKS.: _King John,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.

=Canopy.=

Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise; My footstool earth, my canopy the skies.

262 POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. i., Line 139.

=Capacity.=

That wondrous soul Charoba once possest,-- Capacious, then, as earth or heaven could hold, Soul discontented with capacity,-- Is gone (I fear) forever.

263 WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR: _Gebir,_ Bk. ii.

=Captain.=

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won.

The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring.

But O heart! heart! heart!

O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.

264 WALT WHITMAN: _O Captain! My Captain_! (On Death of Lincoln.)

A rude and boisterous captain of the sea.

265 JOHN HOME: _Douglas,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.

=Care.=

Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie.

266 SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.

Care that is enter'd once into the breast, Will have the whole possession, ere it rest.

267 BEN JONSON: _Tale of a Tub,_ Act i., Sc. 3.

Care, whom not the gayest can outbrave, Pursues its feeble victim to the grave.

268 HENRY KIRKE WHITE: _Childhood,_ Pt. ii., Line 17.

Care to our coffin adds a nail, no doubt; And every grin, so merry, draws one out.

269 PETER PINDAR: _Ex. Odes,_ Ode 15.

Hang sorrow! care will kill a cat, And therefore let's be merry.

270 GEORGE WITHER: _Poem on Christmas._

=Carefulness.=

For my means, I'll husband them so well, They shall go far with little.

271 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iv., Sc. 5.

=Cat.=