=Satiety.=

They surfeited with honey; and began To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little More than a little is by much too much.

1572 SHAKS.: _1 Henry IV.,_ Act iii., Sc. 2.

With pleasure drugg'd he almost long'd for woe, And e'en for change of scene would seek the shades below.

1573 BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto i., St. 6.

=Satire.=

Satire's my weapon, but I'm too discreet To run a-muck, and tilt at all I meet; I only wear it in a land of Hectors, Thieves, supercargoes, sharpers, and directors.

1574 POPE: Satire i., Line 69.

Prepare for rhyme--I'll publish, right or wrong; Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.

1575 BYRON: _Eng. Bards,_ Line 5.

In general satire, every man perceives A slight attack, yet neither fears nor grieves.

1576 CRABBE: _Advice,_ Line 244.

=Savage.=

I am as free as Nature first made man, Ere the base laws of servitude began, When wild in woods the noble savage ran.

1577 DRYDEN: _Conquest of Granada,_ Pt. i., Act i., Sc. 1.

=Scandal.=

For greatest scandal waits on greatest state.

1578 SHAKS.: _Lucrece,_ Line 1006.

You know That I do fawn on men, and hug them hard, And after scandal them.

1579 SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act i., Sc. 2.

The whole court melted into one wide whisper, And all lips were applied unto all ears!

The elder ladies' wrinkles curled much crisper As they beheld; the younger cast some leers On one another, and each lovely lisper Smiled as she talked the matter o'er: but tears Of rivalship rose in each clouded eye Of all the standing army that stood by.

1580 BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto ix., St. 78

=Scars.=

He jests at scars, that never felt a wound.

1581 SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

Gashed with honorable scars, Low in Glory's lap they lie.

1582 JAMES MONTGOMERY: _Battle of Alexandria._

=Scenes.=

For wheresoe'er I turn my ravish'd eyes, Gay gilded scenes and shining prospects rise.

1583 ADDISON: _A Letter from Italy._

=Scepticism.=

Oh! lives there, heaven! beneath thy dread expanse, One hopeless, dark idolater of chance, Content to feed with pleasures unrefin'd, The lukewarm passions of a lowly mind; Who mouldering earthward, 'reft of every trust, In joyless union wedded to the dust, Could all his parting energy dismiss, And call this barren world sufficient bliss?

1584 CAMPBELL: _Pl. of Hope,_ Pt. ii., Line 295.

Whatever sceptic could inquire for, For every why he had a wherefore.

1585 BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. i., Canto i., Line 131.

=Sceptre.=

His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings.

1586 SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.

=Scholar.=

He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one; Exceeding wise, fair-spoken, and persuading; Lofty and sour to them that loved him not, But to those men that sought him sweet as summer.

1587 SHAKS.: _Henry VIII.,_ Act iv., Sc. 2.

His locked, lettered, braw brass collar Showed him the gentleman and scholar.

1588 BURNS: _The Twa Dogs_

The land of scholars and the nurse of arms.

1589 GOLDSMITH: _Traveller,_ Line 356.

=School.=

And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school.

1590 SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 7.

Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school; A man severe he was, and stern to view,-- I knew him well, and every truant knew; Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face.

1591 GOLDSMITH: _Des. Village,_ Line 193.

=Science.=

Trace science then, with modesty thy guide; First strip off all her equipage of pride; Deduct what is but vanity, or dress, Or learning's luxury, or idleness; Or tricks to show the stretch of human brain, Mere curious pleasure, or ingenious pain; Expunge the whole, or lop th' excrescent parts Of all our vices have created arts; Then see how little the remaining sum Which serv'd the past, and must the times to come.

1592 POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. ii., Line 43.

O star-eyed Science! hast thou wander'd there, To waft us home the message of despair?

1593 CAMPBELL: _Pl. of Hope,_ Pt. ii., Line 325.