Though "Bother it" I may
Occasionally say,
I never never use a big, big D.
W. S. Gilbert—H. M. S. Pinafore.
Take not His name, who made thy mouth, in
vain;
It gets thee nothing, and hath no excuse.
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There written all
Black as the damning drops that fall
From the denouncing Angel's pen
Ere Mercy weeps them out»again.
Moore—Lalla Rookh. Paradise and the Peri.
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Because the insult's not on man, but God?
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In totum jurare, nisi ubi necesse est, gravi viro parum eonvenit.
To swear, except when necessary, is unbecoming to an honorable man.
Qotntilian—De Institutions Oratoria. DC 2.
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| text = And then a whoreson jackanapes must take
me up for swearing; as if I borrowed mine oaths
of him and might not spend them at my pleasure.
Cymbeline. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 3.
When a gentleman is disposed to swear, it is
not for any standers-by to curtail his oaths.
Cymbeline. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 11.
I'll be damned for never a king's son in Christendom.
Henry IV. Part I. Act. I. Sc. 2. L. 109.
That in the captain's but a choleric word,
Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.
Do not swear at all;
Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self.
Which is the god of my idolatry,
And I'll believe thee.
For it comes to pass oft that a terrible oath,
with a swaggering accent sharply twanged off,
gives manhood more approbation than ever
proof itself would have earned him.
Twelfth Night. Act III. Sc. 4. L. 196.
"He shall not die, by God ; " cried my uncle
Toby. The Accusing Spirit which flew up to heaven's chancery with the oath, blushed as he gave
it in: and the Recording Angel as he wrote it
down, dropped a tear upon the word and blotted it out forever.
Sterne—Tristram Shamli/. Bk. VI. Ch.VIII.
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| text = <poem>Our armies swore terribly in Flanders.
Sterne—Tristram Shandy. Bk. III. Ch. XI.
SWEET BASIL
Ocymum Basilicum
I pray your Highness mark this curious herb:
Touch it but lightly, stroke it softly, Sir,
And it gives forth an odor sweet and rare;
But crush it harshly and you'll make a scent
Most disagreeable.
Leland—Sweet Basil.
SWEETNESS
The Greek word euphuia, a finely tempered
nature, gives exactly the notion of perfection as culture brings us to perceive it; a harmonious perfection, a perfection in which the characters of beauty and intelligence are both present, which unites "the two noblest of things"— as Swift . . . most happily calls them in his Battle of the Books, "the two noblest of things, sweetness and light." Matthew Arnold—Culture and Anarchy.
The pursuit of the perfect, then, is the pursuit of sweetness and light. Matthew Arnold—Culture and Anarchy.
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Culture is the passion for sweetness and light,
and (what is more) the passion for making them
prevail.
Matthew Arnold—Literature and Dogma.
Preface.
Everye white will have its blacke
And everye sweete its soure.
Sir Carbine. 15th century ballad.
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{{Hoyt quote
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| text = <poem>Nor waste their sweetness in the desert air.
Churchill—Gotham. Bk. II. L. 20.
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{{Hoyt quote
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| text = <poem>Every sweet hath its sour, every evil its good.
Emerson—Compensation.
Sweet meat must have sour sauce.
Jonson—Poetaster. Act III. 3.
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To pile up honey upon sugar, and sugar upon
honey, to an interminable tedious sweetness.
Lamb—On Ears.
Sweeter also than honey and the honeycomb.
Psalms. XIX. 10.
Sweets to the sweet: farewell.
Hamlet. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 268.
Instead of dirt and poison, we have rather
chosen to fill our hives with honey and wax,
thus furnishing mankind with the two noblest of
things, which are sweetness and light.
Swift—Battle of the Books. Fable on the
merits of the bee (the ancients) and the
spider (the moderns).
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{{Hoyt quote
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| text = <poem>The sweetest thing that ever grew
Beside a human door.
Wordsworth—Lucy Gray. St. 2.
