An age that melts in unperceiv'd decay, And glides in modest innocence away.

989 DR. JOHNSON: _Van. of Human Wishes,_ Line 293.

=Instinct.=

Then vainly the philosopher avers That reason guides our deeds, and instinct theirs.

How can we justly different causes frame, When the effects entirely are the same?

Instinct and reason how can we divide?

'Tis the fool's ignorance, and the pedant's pride.

990 PRIOR: _Solomon on the V-of the World,_ Bk. i., Line 231.

=Invention.=

Th' invention all admir'd, and each how he To be th' inventor miss'd; so easy it seem'd, Once found, which yet unfound most would have thought Impossible!

991 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. vi., Line 498.

=Iron.=

Ay me! what perils do environ The man that meddles with cold iron!

992 BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Canto iii., Line 1.

=Isle, Isles.=

Some unsuspected isle in far-off seas.

993 ROBERT BROWNING: _Pippa Passes,_ Pt. ii.

The sprinkled isles, Lily on lily, that o'erlace the sea.

994 ROBERT BROWNING: _Cleon._

=Italy.=

Italia! O Italia! thou who hast The fatal gift of beauty, which became A funeral dower of present woes and past, On thy sweet brow is sorrow plough'd by shame, And annals graved in characters of flame.

995 BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iv., St. 4.

Italy, my Italy!

Queen Mary's saying serves for me (When fortune's malice Lost her Calais): "Open my heart, and you will see Graved inside of it 'Italy.'"

996 ROBERT BROWNING: _De Gustibus,_ ii.

=Ivy.=

Oh, a dainty plant is the ivy green, That creepeth o'er ruins old!

Of right choice food are his meals, I ween, In his cell so lone and cold.

Creeping where no life is seen, A rare old plant is the ivy green.

997 DICKENS: _Pickwick Papers,_ Ch. 6.

==J.==

=January.=

Then came old January, wrapped well In many weeds to keep the cold away; Yet did he quake and quiver like to quell, And blow his nails to warm them if he may.

998 SPENSER: _Faerie Queene,_ Bk. vii., Canto vii., St. 42.

=Jealousy.=

O beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-eyed monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on.

999 SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act iii., Sc. 3.

No true love there can be without Its dread penalty--jealousy.

1000 OWEN MEREDITH: _Lucile,_ Pt. ii., Canto i., St. 24

Nor jealousy Was understood, the injur'd lover's hell.

1001 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. v., Line 449.

=Jest.=

A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it.

1002 SHAKS.: _Love's L. Lost,_ Act v., Sc. 2.

Of all the griefs that harass the distrest, Sure the most bitter is a scornful jest.

1003 DR. JOHNSON: _London,_ Line 166.

=Jewel.=

It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear.

1004 SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act i., Sc. 5.

=Joke.=

A college joke to cure the dumps.

1005 SWIFT: _Cassinus and Peter._

=Joy.=

Capacity for joy Admits temptation.