ROOM.—Madam, here’s a room is the very Homer and Iliads of a lodging.
Anonymous.—The Merry Devil of Edmondton, Act I.
In the worst inn’s worst room, with mat half-hung,
The floors of plaster, and the walls of dung.
Pope.—Moral Essays, Epi. III. Line 299.
ROSE.—The rose had been wash’d, just wash’d in a shower, Which Mary to Anna convey’d,
The plentiful moisture encumber’d the flower,
And weigh’d down its beautiful head.
Cowper.—The Rose, Verse 1.
Like a fair flower surcharg’d with dew, she sleeps.
Milton.—Samson Agonistes.
The rose is fairest when ’tis budding new,
The rose is
sweetest wash’d with morning dew,
Scott.—Lady of the Lake, Canto IV. Verse 1.
ROSES.—The rills of pleasure never run sincere,
(Earth has no unpolluted spring;)
From the curs’d soil
some dang’rous taint they bear;
So roses grow on thorns, and honey wears a sting.
Dr. Watts.—Lyric Poems, Earth and Heaven, Line 9.
Life has its bliss for these, when past its bloom,
As wither’d roses yield a late perfume.
Shenstone.—The Judgment of Hercules, Line 426.
ROSS.—But all our praises why should lords engross?
Rise, honest Muse! and sing the Man of Ross.
Pope.—Moral Essays, Epi. III. To Bathurst, Line 249.
ROT.—Sorry pre-eminence of high descent,
Above the vulgar born, to rot in state!
Blair.—The Grave, Line 154.
’Tis but an hour ago, since it was nine;
And, after one hour more, ’twill be eleven;
And so, from hour to
hour, we ripe and ripe,
And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot,
Shakespeare.—As you Like It, Act II. Scene 7. (Jaques.)
RUDE.—Rude am I in my speech,
And little bless’d with the soft phrase of peace.
Shakespeare.—Othello, Act I. Scene 3. The Moor’s Speech before the Senate.)
RUIN.—Some temple’s mouldering tops between,
With venerable grandeur mark the scene.
Goldsmith.—The Traveller, Line 109.
We should have been ruined, if we had not been ruined.
Themistocles.—Rollin, Ancient Hist. Book VII. Sect. 2.