119 SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.

=Audience.=

Still govern thou my song, Urania, and fit audience find, though few.

120 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. vii., Line 30,

=August.=

Rejoice! ye fields, rejoice! and wave with gold, When August round her precious gifts is flinging; Lo! the crushed wain is slowly homeward rolled: The sunburnt reapers jocund lays are singing.

121 RUSKIN: _The Months._

=Aurora.=

Aurora now, fair daughter of the dawn, Sprinkled with rosy light the dewy lawn.

122 POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. viii., Line 1.

=Author.=

Most authors steal their works, or buy; Garth did not write his own Dispensary, 123 POPE: _E. on Criticism,_ Pt. iii., Line 59.

No author ever spar'd a brother.

124 GAY: _Fables, The Elephant and the Bookseller._

How many great ones may remember'd be, Which in their days most famously did flourish, Of whom no word we hear, nor sign now see, But as things wip'd out with a sponge do perish.

125 SPENSER: _Ruins of Time,_ St. 52.

=Authority.=

Man, proud man, Drest in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd, His glassy essence--like an angry ape, Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven As make the angels weep!

126 SHAKS.: _M. for M.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

=Autumn.=

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness!

Close bosom friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With, fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core.

127 KEATS: _To Autumn._

Divinest autumn! who may paint thee best, Forever changeful o'er the changeful globe?

Who guess thy certain crown, thy favorite crest, The fashion of thy many-colored robe?

128 R.H. STODDARD: _Autumn._

Autumn wins you best by this its mute Appeal to sympathy for its decay.

129 ROBERT BROWNING: _Paracelsus,_ Sc. i.

The lands are lit With all the autumn blaze of Golden Rod; And everywhere the Purple Asters nod And bend and wave and flit.

130 HELEN HUNT: _Asters and Golden Rod._

I saw old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence, for no lonely bird would sing Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn, Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn.

131 HOOD: _Autumn._

=Avarice.=

The lust of gold succeeds the rags of conquest: The lust of gold, unfeeling and remorseless!

The last corruption of degenerate man.

132 DR. JOHNSON: _Irene,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

So for a good old-gentlemanly vice, I think I must take up with avarice.

133 BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto i., St. 216.

That disease Of which all old men sicken,--avarice.

134 MIDDLETON: _Roaring Girl,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

=Awkwardness.=

Awkward, embarrassed, stiff, without the skill Of moving gracefully, or standing still, One leg, as if suspicious of his brother, Desirous seems to run away from t'other.

135 CHURCHILL: _Rosciad,_ Line 438.

==B.==

=Balances.=

Jove lifts the golden balances that show The fates of mortal men, and things below.

136 POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. xxii., Line 271.

=Ball.=

I saw her at a county ball; There when the sound of flute and fiddle Gave signal sweet in that old hall, Of hands across and down the middle.

137 PRAED: _Belle of the Ball-Room,_ St. 2.

=Banishment.=

Eating the bitter bread of banishment.

138 SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act iii., Sc. 1.

Banished?