Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown, And put a barren sceptre in my gripe.

444 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 1.

What seem'd his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on.

Satan was now at hand.

445 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 666.

=Cruelty.=

A stony adversary, an inhuman wretch, Uncapable of pity, void and empty From any dram of mercy.

446 SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.

=Cupid.=

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind.

447 SHAKS.: _Mid. N. Dream,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

Cupid is a casuist, A mystic, and a cabalist,-- Can your lurking thought surprise, And interpret your device....

Heralds high before him run; He has ushers many a one; He spreads his welcome where he goes, And touches all things with his rose.

All things wait for and divine him,-- How shall I dare to malign him?

448 EMERSON: _Daem. and Celes., Love,_ Pt. i.

=Cure.=

'T is an ill cure For life's worst ills, to have no time to feel them.

449 SIR HENRY TAYLOR: _Philip Van Artevelde,_ Pt. i., Act i., Sc. 5.

=Curfew.=

The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.

450 GRAY: _Elegy,_ St. 1.

=Curiosity.=

I loathe that low vice, curiosity.

451 BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto i., St. 23.

=Curls.=

Shakes his ambrosial curls, and gives the nod,-- The stamp of fate, and sanction of the god.

452 POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. i., Line 684.

=Current.=

We must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.

453 SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act iv., Sc. 3.

=Curses.=

Let this pernicious hour Stand aye accursed in the calendar.

454 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.

But in their stead Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honor, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.

455 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act v., Sc. 3.

It was that fatal and perfidious bark, Built in th' eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark.

456 MILTON: _Lycidas,_ Line 100.

=Custom.=

How use doth breed a habit in a man!

457 SHAKS.: _Two Gent. of V.,_ Act v., Sc. 4.

Custom calls me to 't;-- What custom wills, in all things should we do 't?

458 SHAKS.: _Coriolanus,_ Act ii., Sc. 3.

Assume a virtue, if you have it not.

That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat, Of habits devil, is angel yet in this.

459 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 4

=Cypress.=

Dark tree! still sad when others' grief is fled, The only constant mourner o'er the dead.

460 BYRON: _Giaour,_ Line 286.

==D.==

=Daffadills.=

Fair daffadills, we weep to see You haste away so soon: As yet the early rising sun Has not attained his noon.

461 HERRICK: _To Daffadills._

=Dagger.=

Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand?...