Children of wealth or want, to each is given

One spot of green, and all the blue of heaven. O. W. Holmes. EQUIVOCATION.

But yet,

I do not like but yet, it does allay

The good precedence; fye upon but yet:
But yet is as a gaoler to bring forth
Some monstrous malefactor.

By giving a perverted sense to facts,
A man may lie in publishing the truth.

ERRORS.

Sh. Ant. Cleop. 11.5.

Shakespeare.

Errors, like straws, upon the surface flow;
He who would search for pearls must dive below.

Dryden, Pro. to All for Love, 25. The best may slip, and the most cautious fall;

He's more than mortal that ne'er err'd at all. Pomfret, L. T.

When people once are in the wrong,

Each line they add is much too long;

Who fastest walks, but walks astray,

Is only furthest from his way.

Prior, Alma, 3.

If to her share some female errors fall,

Look on her face, and you'll forget them all. Pope, Rape, 11.

ESTEEM.

Take my esteem, if you on that can live;

But, frankly, sir, 'tis all I have to give.

ETERNITY.

Beyond is all abyss,

Dryden.

Eternity, whose end no eye can reach. Milton, P. L. x11.555.

ETERNITY-continued

ETERNITY-EVENING.

Doubtless all souls have a surviving thought,
Therefore of death we think with quiet mind;
But if we think of being turned to nought,
A trembling horror in our souls we find.
Tis the divinity that stirs within us;
'Tis Heaven itself that points out an hereafter,
And intimates eternity to man.

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Davies.

Addison, Cato, v. 1.

Eternity! thou pleasing, dreadful thought!
Through what variety of untried beings,

Through what new scenes and changes must we pass!
The wide th' unbounded prospect lies before me,
But shadows, clouds, and darkness rest upon it.

ETIQUETTE.

There's nothing in the world like etiquette
In kingly chambers, or imperial halls,
As also at the race and county balls.

b. v. 1.

Byron, D J. v. 103.

There was a general whisper, toss, and wriggle,

But etiquette forbade them all to giggle. Byron Don Juan,

EUXINE.

There's not a sea the passenger e'er pukes in,
Turns up more dangerous breakers than the Euxine.

EVENING—see Night.

Byron, Don Juan, v. 5.

Now came still evening on; and twilight grey
Had in her sober livery all things clad:
Silence accompanied; for beasts and birds,
They to their grassy couch, these to their nest,
Were sunk, all but the woeful nightingale.

Milton, P. L. IV.
See the descending sun,

Scatt'ring his beams about him as he sinks,
And gilded heaven above, and seas beneath,

598.

With pain, no mortal pencil can express. Hopkins, Pyrrhus.
Now to the main the burning sun descends,
And sacred night her gloomy veil extends.
The western sun now shoots a feeble ray,
And faintly scatters the remains of day.
The sun has lost his rage, his downward orb
Shoots nothing now but animating warmth;
And vital lustre, that, with various ray,

Lights up

Addison,

the clouds, those beauteous robes of heaven,

Incessant roll'd into romantic shapes,
The dream of waking fancy.

Thomson, Summer,

Gray, Elegy.

The curfew tolls the knell of parting day;
The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea;
The ploughman homeward plods his weary way,
And leaves the world to darkness and to me,
Now fades the glimm'ring landscape on the sight,
And all the air a solemn stillness holds,
Save where the beetle wheels his drony flight,
And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds.
Sweet was the sound, when oft, at evening's close,
Up yonder hill the village murmur rose;
There as I pass'd, with careless steps and slow,
The mingling notes came soften'd from below;
The swain responsive to the milkmaid sung,
The sober herd that low'd to meet their young;
The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool,
The playful children just let loose from school;
The watchdog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind,
And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind;
These all in sweet confusion sought the shade,
And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made.

Goldsmith, Deserted Village.

Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast,
Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round,
And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn
Throws up a steamy column, and the cups
That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each,

So let us welcome peaceful evening in. Cowper, Task, Iv. 36.
Come evening, once again, season of peace;
Return sweet evening, and continue long!
Methinks I see thee in the streaky west,

With matron step, slow moving, while the night
Treads on thy sweeping train; one hand employ'd
In letting fall the curtain of repose

Ib. Task. v. 243.

On bird and beast, the other charged for man
With sweet oblivion of the cares of day.
Now from his crystal urn, with chilling hand,
Vesper has sprinkled all the earth with dew,
A misty veil obscured the neighbouring land,

And shut the fading landscape from their view. Mrs. Tighe.
It was an evening bright and still

As ever blush'd on wave or bower,
Smiling from heaven, as if nought ill
Could happen in so sweet an hour.

Moore, Loves of Angels.

EVENING-continued.

EVENING-EXAMPLE.

How dear to me the hour when daylight dies,
And sunbeams melt along the silent sea,

For then sweet dreams of other days arise.

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And memory breathes her vesper sigh to thee. Thos. Moore.
The sun is set; the swallows are asleep;

The bats are flitting fast in the grey air;
The slow soft toads out of damp corners creep;
And evening's breath, wandering here and there
Over the quivering surface of the stream,
Wakes not one ripple from its summer dream.

It is the hour when from the boughs
The nightingale's high note is heard;
It is the hour when lovers' vows
Seem sweet in every whisper'd word ;
And gentle winds, and waters near,
Make music to the lonely ear.

EVIL -see Vice.

Shelley, Misc. Poems.

Byron, Parisina, v. 1.

There is some soul of goodness in things evil,
Would men observingly distil it out.
Oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
The instruments of darkness tell us truths,
Win us with honest trifles, to betray us
In deepest consequences.

Sh. Hen. V. VI. 1.

Sh. Mach. 1. 4.

Ill deeds are doubled with an evil word. Sh. Com. E. 111. 2. Nought is so vile that on the earth doth live,

But to the earth some special good doth give;

Nor aught so good, but strain'd from that fair use,

Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse. Sh. Rom. J. 11.3. Farewell hope! and with hope, farewell fear!

Farewell remorse! all good to me is lost.

Evil, be thou my good; by thee at least

Divided empire with heaven's king I hold. Milton, P.L.iv.108.

God, no useless plant hath planted,

Evil, wisely used, is wanted.

EXAGGERATION.

Mira de lente, as 'tis i' th' adage,
Id est, to make a leek a cabbage.

EXAMPLE.

Ebenezer Elliott.

Butler, Hud. 1. 847.

Heaven doth with us as we with torches do,

Not light them for themselves: for if our virtues

Did not

go

forth of us, 't were all alike

As if we had them not.

Sh. M. for M. 1. 1.

How far that little candle throws his beams!

So shines a good deed in a naughty world. Sh. M. of Ven. v.1. Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,

Shew me the steep and thorny way to heaven;

Whilst, like a puff'd and reckless libertine,

Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads. Sh. Ham. 1.3.

The evil that men do lives after them,

The good is oft interred with their bones. Sh. Jul. C. 111. 2. Example, that imperious dictator

Of all that's good or bad to human nature,

By which the world's corrupted and reclaim'd,
Hopes to be saved, or studies to be damn'd;
That reconciles all contrarieties,

Makes wisdom foolishness, and folly wise.
Example is a living law, whose sway
Men more than all the written laws obey.
That odd impulse, which, in wars or creeds,
Makes men, like cattle, follow him who leads.
'Tis thus the spirit of a single mind

Makes that of multitudes take one direction,

As roll the waters to the breathing wind,

Butler, Hud

Sedley.

Byron, D. J.

Or roams the herd beneath the bull's protection. Byron, D. J.

As polish'd steel receives a stain

From drops at random flung,

So does the child, when words profane
Drop from the parent's tongue.

EXCELLENCE.

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
Her infinite variety.

Anon.

Sh. Ant. Cleop. 11. 2.

Sh. Ham. II. 4.

A combination and a form indeed,
Where every god did seem to set his seal,
To give the world assurance of a man.
EXCESS-see Supererogation.

To gild refined gold, to paint the lily,
To throw a perfume on the violet,

To smooth the ice, or add another hue
Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light

To seek the bounteous eye of heaven to garnish,
Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.

These violent delights have violent ends,

Sh. K. John, Iv. 2.

And in their triumph die; like fire and powder,

Which, as they kiss, consume. The sweetest honey

Is loathsome in its own deliciousness,
And in the taste confounds the appetite.

Sh. Rom. J. II. 6.