=Slander.=

Slanderous reproaches, and foul infamies, Leasings, backbitings, and vainglorious crakes, Bad counsels, praises, and false flatteries; All those against that fort did bend their batteries.

1719 SPENSER: _Faerie Queene,_ Bk. ii., Canto xi., St. 10.

'T is slander, Whose edge is sharper than the sword: whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile; whose breath Bides on the posting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world,--kings, queens, and states, Maids, matrons,--nay, the secrets of the grave This viperous slander enters.

1720 SHAKS.: _Cymbeline,_ Act iii., Sc. 4.

'T was slander filled her mouth with lying words,-- Slander, the foulest whelp of sin.

1721 POLLOK: _Course of Time,_ Bk. viii., Line 715.

=Slave--Slavery.=

Thou art a slave, whom Fortune's tender arm With favor never clasp'd: but bred a dog.

1722 SHAKS.: _Timon of A.,_ Act iv., Sc. 3.

He finds his fellow guilty of a skin Not color'd like his own, and having pow'r T' enforce the wrong, for such a worthy cause Dooms and devotes him as his lawful prey.

1723 COWPER: _Task,_ Bk. ii., Line 12.

Corrupted freemen are the worst of slaves.

1724 DAVID GARRICK: _Prologue to the Gamesters._

Whatever day Makes man a slave, takes half his worth away.

1725 POPE: _Odyssey,_ Bk. xvii., Line 392.

=Sleep.=

We are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.

1726 SHAKS.: _Tempest,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.

Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labor's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast.

1727 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

Come, sleep, O sleep! the certain knot of peace, The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe; The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release, The impartial judge between the high and low.

1728 SIR PHILIP SIDNEY: _Astrophel and Stella,_ St. 39.

Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep!

He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where fortune smiles--the wretched he forsakes.

1729 YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night i., Line 1.

O magic sleep! O comfortable bird That broodest o'er the troubled sea of the mind Till it is hush'd and smooth!

1730 KEATS: _Endymion,_ Line 456.

Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality.

1731 BYRON: _Dream,_ Line 1.

Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking.

1732 SCOTT: _Lady of the Lake,_ Canto i., St. 31.

Of all the thoughts of God that are Borne inward into souls afar, Along the Psalmist's music deep, Now tell me if that any is, For gift or grace, surpassing this-- "He giveth His beloved sleep"?

1733 MRS. BROWNING: _Sleep._

Be thy sleep Silent as night is, and as deep.

1734 LONGFELLOW: _Christus, Golden Legend,_ Pt. ii.

Sleep will bring thee dreams in starry number-- Let him come to thee and be thy guest.

1735 AYTOUN: _Hermotimus._

=Sloth.=

Sloth views the towers of Fame with envious eyes, Desirous still, but impotent to rise.

1736 SHENSTONE: _Moral Pieces._

=Sluggard.=

'T is the voice of the sluggard; I heard him complain, "You have waked me too soon, I must slumber again."

1737 WATTS: _The Sluggard._

=Smiles.=

One may smile, and smile, and be a villain.

1738 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 5.

With the smile that was childlike and bland.

1739 BRET HARTE: _Plain Language from Truthful James._

Death Grinn'd horrible a ghastly smile, to hear His famine should be filled.

1740 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 815.

Without the smile from partial beauty won, Oh what were man?--a world without a sun.

1741 CAMPBELL: _Pl. of Hope,_ Pt. ii., Line 21.

Even children follow'd with endearing wile, And pluck'd his gown, to share the good man's smile.

1742 GOLDSMITH: _Des. Village,_ Line 183.

=Smoke.=

I knew, by the smoke that so gracefully curl'd Above the green elms, that a cottage was near.

1743 MOORE: _Ballad Stanzas._

=Snail.=

The snail, whose tender horns being hit, Shrinks backward in his shelly cave with pain, And there, all smother'd up in shade, doth sit, Long after fearing to creep forth again.