If eyes were made for seeing, Then Beauty is its own excuse for being.

161 EMERSON: _The Rhodora._

Fair tresses man's imperial race insnare, And beauty draws us with a single hair.

162 POPE: _R. of the Lock,_ Canto ii., Line 27.

True beauty dwells in deep retreats, Whose veil is unremoved Till heart with heart in concord beats, And the lover is beloved.

163 WORDSWORTH: _To ----. Let Other Bards of Angels Sing._

=Bed.=

In bed we laugh, in bed we cry, And born in bed, in bed we die; The near approach a bed may show Of human bliss and human woe.

164 ISAAC DE BENSERADE: _Trans._ by Dr. Johnson.

=Bees.=

So work the honey-bees; Creatures, that by a rule in nature, teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom.

165 SHAKS.: _Henry V.,_ Act i., Sc. 2.

The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees.

166 TENNYSON: _The Princess,_ Pt. vii., Line 203.

=Beggars.=

Beggars, mounted, run their horse to death.

167 SHAKS.: _3 Henry VI.,_ Act i., Sc. 4.

When beggars die, there are no comets seen; The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.

168 SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

=Behavior.=

And puts himself upon his good behavior.

169 BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto v., St. 47.

=Belial.=

When night Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.

170 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i., Line 500.

=Bells.=

Those evening bells! those evening bells!

How many a tale their music tells Of youth, and home, and that sweet time, When last I heard their soothing chime!

171 MOORE: _Those Evening Bells._

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky!

Ring out old shapes of foul disease, Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace.

Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand; Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be.

172 TENNYSON: _In Memoriam,_ Pt. cv.

Hear the mellow wedding bells, Golden bells!

What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!

173 EDGAR ALLAN POE: _The Bells._

=Benediction.=

The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction.

174 WORDSWORTH: _Intimations of Immortality,_ St. 9.

=Bible.=

A glory gilds the sacred page, Majestic like the sun; It gives a light to every age; It gives, but borrows none.

175 COWPER: _Olney Hymns,_ No. 30.

=Bigotry.=

Christians have burnt each other, quite persuaded That all the Apostles would have done as they did.

176 BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto i., St. 83.

=Birds.=

You call them thieves and pillagers; but know They are the winged wardens of your farms, Who from the cornfields drive the insidious foe, And from your harvests keep a hundred harms.

177 LONGFELLOW: _Birds of Killingworth,_ St. 19.

=Birth.=

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: The soul that rises with us our life's star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar.

178 WORDSWORTH: _Intimations of Immortality,_ St. 5.

While man is growing, life is in decrease; And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb.

Our birth is nothing but our death begun.

179 YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night v., Line 717.

=Birthday.=