=Cowardice.=

O, that a mighty man, of such descent, Of such possessions, and so high esteem, Should be infused with so foul a spirit!

425 SHAKS.: _Tam. of the S.,_ Introduction, Sc. 2.

Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once.

426 SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

The man that lays his hand upon a woman, Save in the way of kindness, is a wretch Whom 't were gross flattery to name a coward.

427 JOHN TOBIN: _Honeymoon,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.

The coward never on himself relies, But to an equal for assistance flies.

428 CRABBE: Tale iii., Line 84.

=Cowslips.=

With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears.

429 MILTON: _Lycidas,_ Line 139.

=Coxcombs.=

So by false learning is good sense defac'd; Some are bewilder'd in the maze of schools, And some made coxcombs, nature meant but fools.

430 POPE: _E. on Criticism,_ Pt. i., Line 25.

And coxcombs vanquish Berkeley by a grin.

431 JOHN BROWN: _An Essay on Satire._

=Cradle.=

Me let the tender office long engage To rock the cradle of reposing age.

432 POPE: _Prologue to the Satires,_ Line 408.

=Craftiness.=

That for ways that are dark And for tricks that are vain, The heathen Chinee is peculiar.

433 BRET HARTE: _Plain Language from Truthful James._

=Creation.=

Creation sleeps! 'T is as the general pulse Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause,-- An awful pause! prophetic of her end.

434 YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night i., Line 23.

=Credit.=

Bless paper credit! last and best supply!

That lends corruption lighter wings to fly.

435 POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. iii., Line 39.

=Creed.=

Shall I ask the brave soldier who fights by my side In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree?

Shall I give up the friend I have valued and tried, If he kneel not before the same altar with me?

436 MOORE: _Come, Send Round the Wine._

=Crime.=

Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream.

437 SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.

One murder made a villain, Millions a hero. Princes were privileged To kill, and numbers sanctified the crime.

438 BEILBY PORTEUS: _Death,_ Line 154.

=Criticism--Critics.=

I am nothing if not critical.

439 SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.

Critics I saw, that other names deface, And fix their own, with labor, in their place.

440 POPE: _Temple of Fame,_ Line 37.

=Cromwell.=

Cromwell, our chief of men, who through a cloud, Not of war only, but detractions rude, Guided by faith and matchless fortitude, To peace and truth thy glorious way hast plough'd.

441 MILTON: _Sonnets, To the Lord General Cromwell._

=Cross.=

The moon of Mahomet Arose, and it shall set; While, blazoned as on heaven's immortal noon, The cross leads generations on.

442 SHELLEY: _Hellas,_ Line 221.

=Crowd.=

Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray.

443 GRAY: _Elegy,_ St. 19.

=Crown.=