He that respects himself is safe from others; He wears a coat of mail that none can pierce.

1633 LONGFELLOW: _Michael Angelo,_ Pt. ii.

=Self-Sacrifice.=

Give unto me, made lowly wise, The spirit of self-sacrifice.

1634 WORDSWORTH: _Ode to Duty._

=Sense.=

A man whose blood Is very snow-broth; one who never feels The wanton stings and motions of the sense.

1635 SHAKS.: _M. for M.,_ Act i., Sc. 4.

Good sense, which only is the gift of Heaven, And though no science, fairly worth the seven.

1636 POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. iv., Line 43

=Sensibility.=

Our sensibilities are so acute, The fear of being silent makes us mute.

1637 COWPER: _Conversation,_ Line 351.

Sweet sensibility! thou keen delight!

Unprompted moral! sudden sense of right!

1638 HANNAH MORE: _Sensibility,_ Line 227.

=Separation.=

Thy soul ...

Is as far from my grasp, is as free, As the stars from the mountain-tops be, As the pearl in the depths of the sea, From the portionless king that would wear it.

1639 E.C. STEDMAN: _Stanzas for Music,_ St. 3.

=September.=

September waves his golden-rod Along the lanes and hollows, And saunters round the sunny fields A-playing with the swallows.

1640 ELLEN MACKAY HUTCHINSON: _The Prince._

=Sermons.=

Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in everything.

1641 SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.

Perhaps it may turn out a sang, Perhaps turn out a sermon.

1642 BURNS: _Epistle to a Young Friend._

=Serpent.=

What! would'st thou have a serpent sting thee twice?

1643 SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.

Where's my serpent of old Nile?

1644 SHAKS.: _Ant. and Cleo.,_ Act i., Sc. 5.

And hence one master-passion in the breast, Like Aaron's serpent, swallows up the rest.

1645 POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. ii., Line 131.

Some flow'rets of Eden ye still inherit, But the trail of the Serpent is over them all.

1646 MOORE: _Paradise and the Peri._

=Service.=

Ful wel she sange the service devine, Entuned in hire nose ful swetely.

1647 CHAUCER: _Canterbury Tales, Prologue,_ Line 122.

And ye shall succor men; 'T is nobleness to serve; Help them who cannot help again: Beware from right to swerve.

1648 EMERSON: _Boston Hymn,_ St. 13.

=Sex.=

Think you I am no stronger than my sex, Being so father'd and so husbanded?

1649 SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.

Spirits when they please, Can either sex assume, or both.

1650 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i., Line 423.

=Sexton.=

See yonder maker of the dead man's bed, The sexton, hoary-headed chronicle!

Of hard, unmeaning face, down which ne'er stole A gentle tear; with mattock in his hand, Digs thro' whole rows of kindred and acquaintance By far his juniors! Scarce a skull's cast up But well he knew its owner, and can tell Some passage of his life.

1651 BLAIR: _The Grave,_ Line 452.

His death, which happened in his berth, At forty-odd befell: They went and told the sexton, and The sexton tolled the bell.

1652 HOOD: _Faithless Sally Brown._

=Shadow.=

Shine out, fair sun, till I have bought a glass, That I may see my shadow as I pass.

1653 SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act i., Sc. 2.

Syene, and where the shadow both way falls, Meroe, Nilotic isle.