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GENERAL INDEX.
Quotations :
Le bon temps oh nous e'tions si malheureux ! ii.
428
Le divorce est le sacrement de 1'adultere, vii. 497 Le grand peut-etre, xi. 28, 72, 112 Le jeune homme a mauvaise grace, iv. 538 Le roi est mort ; vive le roi ! xi. 187, 296 Leaving the final issues in His hands, vi. 229, 333 Les amis, ces parents que Pon se fait soi-mdme,
vii. 497 ; viii. 113 Let each man learn to know himself, v. 427 ; vi.
232
Let it check our pride, xi. 229 Let me believe and love, ii. 69 Let merry England proudly rear, xi. 32 Let not what I cannot have, viii. 203, 288 Let sleeping dogs lie, xi. 250 Life holds no dead so beautiful, iii. 469 Life's race well run, iv. 167 Life's work well done, iv. 60 ; vii. 369, 406 Like Libya with all its lions up, iii. 109 Like strength reposing on his own right arm, vii.
388, 458
Little Willie the Conqueror long did reign, xi. 240 Lord, let war's tempest cease, iii. 109 Love ! sure the word is composed, &c., iv. 207 Love took up the harp of life, xii. 300 Lupus pilum non mentem mutat, viii. 203 Mad as a hatter, vi. 448 ; vii. 251, 396 Magis arnica Platonis, vi. 114 Mais on revient toujours, xii. 308 . Mala stamina vitae, xii. 269 Mallem Augusti judicium quam Antonii benefi-
cium, xi. 466 ; xii. 316 Man is bound to expend every particle of strength,
vii. 369
Man is immortal till his work is done, i. 109 Man was made to wait on woman, iii. 229 Manus justa nardus, iv. 329 Many a shaft at random, xi. 40 Married 1 married ! and not to me, iv. 168, 255 Maxima in minimis natura, vii. 497 Maxima pars pecore amisso, iv. 327 Measure thy life by loss instead of gain, x. 268 Mendacia stare non possunt sine mendaciis, xi. 466 Men laugh and riot till the feast is o'er, ix. 85, 175 Men's first thoughts on moral matters, i. 249,
416; ii.^134, 198
M>jT TO dXyeiv aTrapa^vdrjTov, ix. 268 Migrations from the blue bed, xi. 480 Mira cano : sol occubuit ; nox nulla secuta est,
vi. 489 ; vii. 74
Mol o' the Wad and I fell out, xi. 33 Mother is the name for God with little children,
iii. 368, 471 Mourir n'est rien, c'est notre derniere heure, vii.
497
Multis annis jam transactis, xii. 468 My dead love came to me and said, iii. 8, 158 My hour is not oome, xi. 429 My name is Norval, v. 200 My name may have buoyancy, xii. 389 My ornaments are arms, iii. 28, 158 ; xi. 327, 394 My songs have had their day, ii. 389 Neat not gaudy, xi. 68, 118, 236, 332
Quotations :
Neither fish, nor flesh, nor good red herring, v.
125, 290, 437; vi. 15 Nemo me impune lacesset, x. 95 Nemo potest impetrare a papa bullam nunquam
moriendi, vii. 497
Never assert what you do not know, x. 248 Nil actum, v. 106 No God, no Truth ? Keceive it ne'er, xii. 188,
271
Noblesse oblige, v. 468 Non est factus mundus in tempore, sed cum tem-
pore, v. 496
Non stella una cavat marmor, iv. 327 None but the brave deserve(s) the fair, vi 368 Not as ours the books of old, iv. 130, 218 Not they who doomed, x. 269 Not worlds on worlds, xi. 187 Now Sirius rages, viii. 326 could my mind, unfolded in my page, xi. 169 O matutini roses aura que salubres ! ii. 27, 218
memory ! shield me from the world's poor strife, vii. 388
Obscurity her curtain round them drew, vii. 388 Of love which never knew its earthly close, ix. 60 Often have I seen, x. 208, 296, 390
01 Kvfioi Aios act V TriTTTOVori, ii. 389, 458 ; iii. 158
Oh, good painter, tell me true, iv. 230, 409
Oh, life so short ! So few the hours we live, viii.
525; ix. 72
Oh, tell me whence love cometh ! xi. 508 Oh, the little more and how much it is, i. 389 Oh, true brave heart, xi. 369 Oliver thrust in between the pair, xi. 490 On revient toujours. See Mais on revient. On Stainmore's wintry wild, v. 210 One hour with thee ! iii. 329, 396 One moment unamused, a misery not made for
feeble man, vi. 210
One who never turned his back, iii. 8, 158 One with God is a majority, ii. 389 Our apprehensions mar our days, iii. 469 ; iv. 9 ;
xii. 349
Our little life we held in equipoise, i. 247 Our wishes lengthen as our sum declines, v. 397,
527
Peace, retrenchment, and reform. See Proverbs. Perhaps it was right to dissemble your love, iii.
460 Plain living and high thinking are no more, vi.
40, 97
Plays are a mirror, vii. 148 Ploughing his lonely furrow, ix. 485 ; x. 11 Plus apud me ratio valebit, vi. 330, 499 Poetry needs no preface, ix. 509 Pointed satire runs him through, i. 289 Poorly provided, poorly followed, xii. 88 Pour tromper un rival, 1'artifice est permis, vi. 489 Prisca juvent alios, ii. 27, 118 Procul dubio, non est factus mundus in tempore
sed cum tempore, vi. 70 Prospicimus modo, viii. 445 ; x. 12 Providence on the side of the biggest battalions,
i. 487
