Index — Chapter RUMOUR <i>to</i> SAINTS (Part 1 of 2)

RUMOUR.—Oh for a lodge in some vast wilderness,
Some boundless contiguity of shade,
Where rumour of oppression and deceit,
Of unsuccessful or successful war,
Might never reach me more!

Cowper.—The Task, Book II. Line 1.

RUN.—Write the vision, and make it plain upon the tables,
that he may run that readeth it.

Habakkuk, Chap. II. Verse 2.

But truths on which depends our main concern,
That ’tis our shame and misery not to learn,
Shine by the side of every path we tread
With such a lustre, he that runs may read.

Cowper.—Tirocinium, Line 77.

Satire’s my weapon, but I’m too discreet
To run-a-muck, and tilt at all I meet.

Pope.—Imitations of Horace, Book II. Sat. 1.

But yet I run before my horse to market.

Shakespeare.—King Richard III. Act I. Scene 2. (Gloster.)

RURAL.—Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds
Exhilarate the spirit, and restore
The tone of languid nature.

Cowper.—The Task, Book I. Line 181.

SABBATH.—Hail, Sabbath! thee I hail, the poor man’s day.

Grahame.—The Sabbath, Line 40.

How still the morning of the hallow’d day!
Mute is the voice of rural labour, hush’d
The ploughboy’s whistle, and the milkmaid’s song.

Grahame.—Ibid, Line 1.

SABBATH.—No place is sacred, not the church is free,
E’en Sunday shines no Sabbath-day to me.

Pope.—Prol. to Sat., Line 11.

O Italy!—thy Sabbaths will be soon
Our Sabbaths, closed with mummery and buffoon.
Preaching and pranks will share the motley scene,
Ours parcell’d out, as thine have ever been,
God’s worship and the mountebank between.

Cowper.—The Progress of Error, Line 152.

Restore to God his due in tithe and time:
A tithe purloin’d cankers the whole estate.
Sundays observe: think when the bells do chime,
’Tis angel’s music; therefore come not late.

Herbert.—The Temple, Verse 65.

SACK.—O monstrous! but one halfpenny-worth of bread to
this intolerable deal of sack!

Shakespeare.—King Henry IV. Part I. Act II. Scene 4. (Prince Henry reading Falstaff’s bill of charges at the Boar’s Head.)