=Scorn.=

Scorn at first, makes after-love the more.

1594 SHAKS.: _Two Gent. of V.,_ Act iii., Sc. 1.

Alas! to make me The fixed figure of the time, for scorn To point his slow and moving finger at.

1595 SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act iv., Sc. 2.

So let him stand, through ages yet unborn, Fix'd statue on the pedestal of scorn!

1596 BYRON: _Curse of Minerva,_ Line 207.

He hears, On all sides, from innumerable tongues, A dismal universal hiss, the sound Of public scorn.

1597 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. x., Line 506.

=Scotland.=

Stands Scotland where it did?

1598 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iv., Sc. 3.

O Scotia! my dear, my native soil!

For whom my warmest wish to heaven is sent!

Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content.

1599 BURNS: _Cotter's Saturday Night,_ St. 20.

It was a' for our rightfu' King We left fair Scotland's strand.

1600 BURNS: _A' for our Rightfu' King._

=Scribblers.=

Laugh when I laugh, I seek no other fame, The cry is up, and scribblers are my game.

1601 BYRON: _English Bards,_ Line 43.

=Scripture.=

'T is elder Scripture, writ by God's own hand,-- Scripture authentic! uncorrupt by man.

1602 YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night ix., Line 644.

=Sculpture.=

Sculpture is more divine, and more like Nature, That fashions all her works in high relief, And that is Sculpture.

1603 LONGFELLOW: _Michael Angelo,_ Pt. i., 5.

A sculptor wields The chisel, and the stricken marble grows To beauty.

1604 WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _Flood of Years._

=Sea.=

The rude sea grew civil at her song, And certain stars shot madly from their spheres To hear the sea-maid's music.

1605 SHAKS.: _Mid. N. Dream,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.

The sea! the sea! the open sea!

The blue, the fresh, the ever free!

Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth the earth's wide region round; It plays with the clouds; it mocks the skies; Or like a cradled creature lies.

1606 BARRY CORNWALL: _The Sea._

Broad based upon her people's will, And compassed by the inviolate sea.

1607 TENNYSON: _To the Queen._

'T was when the sea was roaring, With hollow blasts of wind, A damsel lay deploring, All on a rock reclin'd.

1608 JOHN GAY: _What D' ye Call It,_ Act ii., Sc. 8.

=Sea-weed.=

A weary weed, toss'd to and fro, Drearily drench'd in the ocean brine, Soaring high and sinking low, Lashed along without will of mine,-- Sport of the spoom of the surging sea, Flung on the foam afar and anear, Mark my manifold mystery,-- Growth and grace in their place appear.

1609 CORNELIUS G. FENNER: _Gulf-Weed._

=Seasons.=

Perceiv'st thou not the process of the year, How the four seasons in four forms appear, Resembling human life in ev'ry shape they wear?

_Spring_ first, like infancy, shoots out her head, With milky juice requiring to be fed: ...

Proceeding onward whence the year began, The _Summer_ grows adult, and ripens into man....

_Autumn_ succeeds, a sober, tepid age, Not froze with fear, nor boiling into rage; ...

Last, _Winter_ creeps along with tardy pace, Sour is his front, and furrowed is his face.

1610 DRYDEN: _Of Pythagorean Phil. From, 15th Book Ovid's Metamorphoses,_ Line 206.

With thee conversing I forget all time, All seasons, and their change,--all please alike.

1611 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 639.

Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine.

1612 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iii., Line 40.

=Seat.=

Oh for a seat in some poetic nook, Just hid with trees and sparkling with a brook!

1613 LEIGH HUNT: _Politics and Poetics._

=Secrecy.=

Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck, Till thou applaud the deed.

1614 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 2.