Satan. Get thee behind me, SATAN.-Matthew, xvi. 23.

High on a throne of royal state, which far
Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind,
Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand
Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold,
SATAN exalted sat, by merit rais'd

To that bad eminence.-MILTON, Paradise Lost, book ii. 1. 1.

SATAN; so call him now, his former name

Is heard no more in heaven.--Ibid., book v. 1. 658.

SATAN trembles when he sees

The weakest saint upon his knees.

COWPER, Exhortation to Prayer.

Satanic School, The.-A name often given to a class of writers whose productions are thought to be characterised by an impatience of all restraint, a disgust at the whole constitution of society, an impassioned and extravagant strain of sentimentality, and a presumptuous scorn of all moral rules, as well as of the holiest truths of religion. Southey, in the preface to his " Vision of Judgment," was the first to use this degrading appellation. Of · the writers who have been included under it, Byron, Shelley, Moore, Bulwer, Rousseau, Victor Hugo, Paul de Kock, and Georges Sand are the most prominent.

Satire. SATIRE or sense, alas! can Sporus feel?
Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel?

POPE, To Arbuthnot, 1. 307.

SATIRE should, like a polish'd razor keen,
Wound with a touch that's scarcely felt or seen.

LADY M. W. MONTAGUE.

SATIRE'S my weapon, but I'm too discreet
To run amuck, and tilt at all I meet.

POPE, Horace, Satire i. book ii. 1. 69.

Sauce. What is SAUCE for the goose is sauce for the gander.

TOM BROWN, New Maxims, vol. iv. p. 123.

Saul.-The young king SAUL was very tall,

And never king was taller;
But tho' King Saul was very tall,

Far better kings were smaller.

For all his size, he was not wise;

Nor was he long anointed

Ere people said, with shaking head,

"We're sadly disappointed."-ANON.

Sawney.-A sportive designation applied by the English to the Scotch. It is a corruption of Sandie, the Scottish abbreviation of Alexander.

Sawney. I muse how any man can say that the Scotch, as a people, are deficient in humour! Why, SAWNEY has a humour of his own so strong and irrepressible that it broke out all the stronger in spite of worldly thrift, kirk-session, cutty-stool, and lectures. HARTLEY COLERIDGE.

Say. Though I SAY it that should not say it.-BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER, Wit at Several Weapons, act ii. sc. 2. FIELDING, The Miser, act iii. sc. 2. CIBBER, Rival Fools, act ii.; Fall of British Tyranny, act iv. sc. 2.

Scandal. Her tea she sweetens as she sips with SCANDAL.

S. ROGERS, Epil. written for Mrs. Siddons.

NO SCANDAL about Queen Elizabeth, I hope.

Scandals.

SHERIDAN, The Critic, act. ii. sc. 1.
And there's a lust in man no charm can tame
Of loudly publishing our neighbour's shame;
On eagle's wings immortal SCANDALS fly,
While virtuous actions are but born and die.

STEPHEN HARVEY, Juvenal. Scarecrows.-A mad fellow met me on the way, and told me I had unloaded all the gibbets, and pressed the dead bodies. No eye hath seen such SCARECROWS. I'll not march through Coventry with them, that's flat: nay, and the villains march wide betwixt the legs, as if they had gyves on; for, indeed, I had the most of them out of prison. There's but a shirt and a half in all my company; and the half-shirt is two napkins, tacked together and thrown over the shoulders like a herald's coat without sleeves.

SHAKESPERE, Henry IV., Part i. act iv. sc. 2.

Scars. He jests at SCARS that never felt a wound.

Scene.

Ibid., Romeo and Juliet, act. ii. sc. 2.

View each well-known SCENE:

Think what is now, and what hath been.

SCOTT, Lay of the Last Minstrel, canto vi. st. 2.

Schemes.-The best laid SCHEMES o' mice and men

Gang aft a-gley;

And leave us naught but grief and pain

For promised joy.- BURNS, To a Mouse.

Schoolmaster.-Let the soldier be abroad if he will, he can do nothing in this age. There is another personage, a personage less imposing in the eyes of some, perhaps insignificant. The SCHOOLMASTER is abroad, and I trust to him, armed with his primer, against the soldier in full military array.-LORD BROUGHAM, Speech, January 29, 1828.

Scion. SCION of chiefs and monarchs, where art thou?

Fond hope of many nations, art thou dead?

Could not the grave forget thee, and lay low

Some less majestic, less beloved head?

BYRON, Childe Harold, canto iv. st. 168.

Scotland. Stands SCOTLAND where it did ?

SHAKESPERE, Macbeth, act iv. sc.

Sea. Although its heart is rich in pearls and ores,
The SEA complains upon a thousand shores:
Sea-like we moan for ever.-ALEXANDER SMITH.

Sear.

Praise the SEA, but keep on land.

GEORGE HERBERT, Jacula Prudentum.

The SEA! the sea! the open sea!

The blue, the fresh, the ever free !-B. W. PROCTOR, The Sea.
We were the first that ever burst

Into that silent SEA.-COLERIDGE, Ancient Mariner, pt. ii.
My way of life

Is fall'n into the SEAR, the yellow leaf;
And that which should accompany old age,
As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends,

I must not look to have; but, in their stead,

Curses, not loud, but deep, mouth-honour, breath,
Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.

3.

SHAKESPERE, Macbeth, act v. sc. 3.

See.-O wad some power the giftie gie us

To see oursels as others SEE us!

It wad frae monie a blunder free us,

And foolish notion.-BURNS, To a Louse.

TO SEE, and eek for to be seye.

CHAUCER, The Wif of Bathes Prologue, 1. 6134.

GOLDSMITH,

TO SEE and to be seen.-BEN JONSON, Epithalamion, st. 3. 1. 4. DRYDEN, Ovid's Art of Love, bk. i. 1. 109. Citizen of the World, letter 71.

Seem.-Men should be what they SEEM.

SHAKESPERE, Othello, act iii. sc. 3.

Seigniors. Most potent, grave, and reverend SEIGNIORS,

My very noble and approv'd good masters,

That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter,

It is most true; true, I have married her:

The very head and front of my offending

Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech,
And little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace;
For since these arms of mine had seven years' pith,
Till now some nine moons wasted, they have used
Their dearest action in the tented field;

And little of this great world can I speak,

More than pertains to feats of broil and battle;

And, therefore, little shall I grace my cause

In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience,
I will a round unvarnished tale deliver

Of my whole course of love.-Ibid., act i. sc. 3.

Self-love. SELF-LOVE, my liege, is not so vile a sin

As self-neglecting.-SHAKESPERE, King Henry V., act ii. sc. 4. Sense.--What thin partitions SENSE from thought divide.

POPE, Essay on Man, ep. i. 1. 226.

Sentiment.-SENTIMENTS! Don't tell me of sentiment. What have I to do with sentiment ?-MURPHY, The Apprentice, act i.

Serpent.-Now will I show myself to have more of the SERPENT than the dove; that is, more knave than fool.

MARLOWE, The Jew of Malta, act ii.

The trail of the SERPENT is over them all.

MOORE, Paradise and the Peri.

Servant.-A SERVANT with this clause
Makes drudgery divine;

Who sweeps a room as for thy laws

Makes that and the action fine.-G. HERBERT, The Elixir.
SERVANT of God, well done.

Serve.

MILTON, Paradise Lost, bk. vi. 1. 29.

Thousands at his bidding speed,
And post o'er land and ocean without rest;
They also SERVE who only stand and wait.

Ibid., On his Blindness.

Seven Champions of Christendom.-St. George, the patron saint of England; St. Denis, of France; St. James, of Spain; St. Anthony, of Italy; St. Andrew, of Scotland; St. Patrick, of Ireland; and St. David, of Wales. They are often alluded to by old writers. "The Famous History of the Seven Champions of Christendom is the work of Richard Johnson, a ballad-maker of some note at the end of the 16th and the beginning of the 17th centuries.

Shadow.

Hence, horrible SHADOW!

Unreal mockery, hence !-SHAKESPERE, Macbeth, act iii. sc. 4.

Shadows. By the apostle Paul, SHADOWS to-night
Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard
Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers.

Ibid., King Richard III., act v. sc. 3.

Show his eyes, and grieve his heart;
Come like SHADOWS, so depart.—Ibid., Macbeth, act iv. sc. 1.

The worthy gentleman who has been snatched from us at the moment of the election, and in the middle of the contest, whilst his desires were as warm, and his hopes as eager as ours, has feelingly told us what SHADOWs we are, and what shadows we pursue. -EDMUND BURKE, Speech at Bristol on Declining the Poll.

Shaft. O, many a SHAFT, at random sent,
Finds mark the archer little meant !
And many a word at random spoken,

May soothe, or wound, a heart's that broken.

SCOTT, Lord of the Isles, canto v. st. 18.

Shakespere.-Kitty. Shikspur? Shikspur? Who wrote it? No, I

never read Shikspur.

Lady Bab. Then you have an immense pleasure to come.

J. TOWNLEY, 1778, High Life below Stairs, act ii. sc. 1.

Soul of the age!

The applause! delight! the wonder of our stage!
My SHAKESPERE, rise! I will not lodge thee by
Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie

A little further, to make thee a rcom.

BEN JONSON, To the Memory of Shakespere.

He was not of an age, but for all time.-Ibid.

Sweet swan of Avon !-Ibid.

Under a starry-pointing pyramid.

Dear son of memory, great heir of fame.

MILTON, Epitaph on Shakespere, 1. 4.

Shallow. A country Justice, in Shakespere's "Merry Wives of Wind

sor," and in the Second Part of "King Henry the Fourth."

-"A nurse of this century is as wise as a justice of the quorum

and custalorum in SHALLOW's time."-Macaulay.

Shape. Be thou a spirit of health, or goblin damn'd,

Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell,

Be thy intents wicked or charitable,

Thou com'st in such a questionable SHAPE,

That I will speak to thee.-SHAKESPERE, Hamlet.

The other SHAPE

If shape it might be call'd that shape had none
Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb,
Or substance might be call'd that shadow seem'd,
For each seem'd either-black it stood as night,
Fierce as ten furies, terrible as hell,

And shook a dreadful dart.

MILTON, Paradise Lost, book ii. 1. 665.

Whence and what art thou, execrable SHAPE ?—Ibid., 1. 681.

SHAPES that come not at an earthly call

Will not depart when mortal voices bid.-WORDSWORTH, Dion.

Sheet.-A wet SHEET and a flowing sea,

A wind that follows fast,

And fills the white and rustling sail,

And bends the gallant mast.-ALLAN CUNNINGHAM.