Subst.i.tute for it other words from the group, and observe precisely how the meaning is affected.

(So many of the quotations are from poetry that these will be printed as verse rather than, as in the preceding exercises, in continuous lines like prose.)

A moral, sensible, and well-bred man Will not _affront_ me,--and no other can.

An old _affront_ will stir the heart Through years of rankling pain.

The way to procure _insults_ is to submit to them. A man meets with no more respect than he exacts.

It is often better not to see an _insult_ than to avenge it.

Even a hare, the weakest of animals, may _insult_ a dead lion.

To a native of rank, arrest was not merely a restraint, but a foul personal _indignity_.

.His honor rooted in _dishonor_ stood, And faith unfaithful kept him falsely true.It is hard to say which of the two we ought most to lament,--the unhappy man who sinks under the sense of his _dishonor_, or him who survives it.Could he with reason murmur at his case Himself sole author of his own _disgrace_?Whatever _disgrace_ we may have deserved, it is almost always in our power to re-establish our character.When in _disgrace_ with fortune and men's eyes I all alone beweep my outcast state.Their generals have been received with honor after their defeat; yours with _ignominy_ after conquest.Wilful perpetuations of unworthy actions brand with most indelible characters of _infamy_ the name and memory to posterity.And when his long public life, so singularly chequered with good and evil, with glory and _obloquy_, bad at length closed forever, it was to Daylesford that he retired to die.Great _opprobrium_ has been thrown on her name..Let _fame_, that all hunt after in their lives, Live register'd upon our brazen tombs.Men have a solicitude about _fame_; and the greater share they have of it, the more afraid they are of losing it._Fame_ is no plant that grows on mortal soil, . . . . . . . .But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes And perfect witness of all-judging Jove; As he p.r.o.nounces lastly on each deed, Of so much _fame_ in heaven expect thy meed.When faith is lost, when _honor_ dies, The man is dead.

Act well your part; there all the _honor_ lies.The Athenians erected a large statue of Aesop, and placed him, though a slave, on a lasting pedestal, to show that the way to _honor_ lies open indifferently to all.I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not _honor_ more.That nation is worthless which does not joyfully stake everything on her _honor_.By heaven methinks it were an easy leap To pluck bright _honor_ from the pale-fac'd moon.That merit which gives greatness and _renown_ diffuses its influence to a wide compa.s.s, but acts weakly on every single breast.Speak no more of his _renown_, Lay your earthly fancies down, And in the vast cathedral leave him, G.o.d accept him, Christ receive him.The young warrior did not fly; but met death as he went forward in his strength. Happy are they who dies in youth, when their _renown_ is heard!The paths of _glory_ lead but to the grave._Glory_ long has made the sages smile; 'tis something, nothing, words, illusion, wind.Not once or twice in our rough island-story The path of duty was the way to _glory_.He was a charming fellow, clever, urbane, free-handed, with all that fortunate quality in his appearance which is known as _distinction._ Never get a _reputation_ for a small perfection if you are trying for _fame_ in a loftier area.One may be better than his _reputation_ or his conduct, but never better than his principles.I see my _reputation_ is at stake My _fame_ is shrewdly gor'd.Ca.s.sIO. _Reputation, reputation, reputation!_ O! I have lost my reputation. I have lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is b.e.s.t.i.a.l. My reputation, Iago, my reputation!IAGO. As I am an honest man, I thought you had received some bodily wound.You have a good _repute_ for gentleness and wisdom._Celebrity_ sells dearly what we think she gives.Kings climb to _eminence_ Over men's graves._Notoriety_ is short-lived; _fame_ is lasting..The _hatred_ we bear our enemies injures their happiness less than our own._Hate_ is like fire; it makes even light rubbish deadly.He generously forgot all feeling of _animosity_, and determined to go in person to his succor.