Devil. No sooner is a temple built to God, but the DEVIL builds a chapel hard by.-HERBERT, Jacula Prudentum. Where God hath a temple, the DEVIL will have a chapel. Dews.-The DEWS of the evening most carefully shun,— CHESTERFIELD, Advice to a Lady in Autumn. Dial. True as the needle to the pole, Or as the DIAL to the sun.-BART ON BOOTH, 1733. True as the DIAL to the sun, Although it be not shin'd upon.-BUTLER, Hudibras. Diamonds.-DIAMONDS cut diamonds.-FORD, Lover's Melancholy. To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot; In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world.-SHAKESPERE, Measure for Measure. But thousands DIE without or this or that, Die, and endow a college or a cat.-POPE, Moral Essays. Or in the battle's van, The fittest place where man can DIE Is where he dies for man!-M. J. BARRY. He that DIES pays all his debts.—SHAKESPERE, Tempest. He that DIES this year is quit for the next.-Ibid., Henry IV. All that lives must DIE, Passing through nature to eternity.-Ibid., Hamlet. To DIE is landing on some silent shore, Where billows never break, nor tempests roar; They never fail who DIE S. GARTH, The Dispensary. In a great cause.-BYRON, Marino Faliero. To live in hearts we leave behind, Is not to DIE.-CAMPBELL, Hallowed Ground. Digestion. Now, good digestion wait on appetite, Dirty Work.-Destroy his fib, or sophistry-in vain ! The creature's at his dirty work again.-POPE, To Arbuthnot. Discontent. Now is the winter of our DISCONTENT Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths; SHAKESPERE, Richard III. Discourse.-Bid me DISCOURSE, I will enchant thine ear. Ibid., Venus and Adonis. For eloquence the soul, song charms the sense. In thoughts more elevate, and reason'd high MILTON, Paradise Lost. Sure, He that made us with such large DISCOURSE, That capability and godlike reason, To fust in us unus'd.-SHAKESPERE, Hamlet. Discretion.-DISCRETION and hard valour are the twins of honour. DISCRETION the best part of valour.—Ibid. The better part of valour is DISCRETION.-SHAKESPERE, Henry IV. CHURCHILL, The Ghost. Disease. He who cures a DISEASE may be the skilfullest, but he that prevents it is the safest physician.-T. FULLER. DISEASES, desperate grown, By desperate appliance are relieved, Or not at all.-SHAKESPERE, Hamlet. Desperate DISEASES need desperate cures.--Proverb. Disorder. You have displac'd the mirth, broke the good meeting, Disputing. The itch of DISPUTING will prove the scab of churches. Dissension.-Alas! how light a cause may move DISSENSION between hearts that love! That stood the storm, when waves were rough, Like ships that have gone down at sea, MOORE, The Light of the Harem, Dissimulation.-DISSIMULATION is but a faint kind of policy; for it asketh a strong wit and a strong heart to know when to tell the truth and to do it. -BACON. Distance.-'Tis DISTANCE lends enchantment to the view, CAMPBELL, Pleasures of Hope. Ditto to Mr. Burke.-At the conclusion of one of Mr. Burke's eloquent harangues, Mr. Cruger, finding nothing to add, or perhaps, as he thought, to add with effect, exclaimed earnestly, in the language of the counting-house, "I say DITTO TO MR. BURKE, I say ditto to Mr. Burke."-PRIOR, Life of Burke. Doctor Fell.-I do not love thee DOCTOR FELL, The reason why I cannot tell; But this alone I know full well, I do not love thee, Doctor Fell.-TOM BROWNE, 1704. Doctors. Who shall decide, when DOCTORS disagree, Doctrine.-Prove their DOCTRINE orthodox, POPE, Moral Essays. By apostolic blows and knocks. -BUTLER, Hudibras. Some to church repair, Not for the DOCTRINE but the music there. POPE, Essay on Criticism. What makes all DOCTRINES plain and clear? And that which was proved true before, Prove false again? Two hundred more.-BUTLER, Hudibras. Dog. And in that town a DOG was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp and hound, And curs of low degree.—GOLDSMITH, On a Mad Dog. The DOG, to gain his private ends, The man recovered of the bite; Dog.--I am his Highness's DOG at Kew; Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you?-POPE, Windsor Forest. The cat will mew, and DOG will have his day. Dogs.-Let DOGS delight to bark and bite, Let bears and lions growl and fight, SHAKESPERE, Hamlet. For 'tis their nature to.-WATTS, Song xvi. Domestic Joy.-How small, of all that human hearts endure, Our own felicity we make or find. With secret course, which no loud storms annoy, Glides the smooth current of DOMESTIC JOY. Done. JOHNSON, Lines added to GOLDSMITH's Traveller. ] If it were DONE, when 'tis done, then 'twere well But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,- BURNS, Address to the Unco' Guid. Dotes. But, O, what damned minutes tell he o'er, Double.-DOUBLE, double toil and trouble.-Ibid., Macbeth. Doubt.-There lives more faith in honest DOUBT, Believe me, than in half the creeds.—TENNYSON, In Memoriam. When in DOUBT, win the trick.-HOYLE, Rules for Learners. Doubts. Our DOUBTS are traitors, And make us lose the good we oft might win, But now, I am cabin'd, cribb'd, confin'd, bound in Down. He that is DOWN can fall no lower.-BUTLER, Hudibras. He that is DOWN needs fear no fall. BUNYAN, Pilgrim's Progress. Downs.-All in the DOWNS the fleet was moor'd. GAY, Sweet William's Farewell. Dream.--A change came o'er the spirit of my DREAM. BYRON, The Dream. I had a DREAM which was not all a dream.-Ibid., Darkness. Dreams. Till their own DREAMS at length deceive 'em, And, oft repeating, they believe 'em.-PRIOR, Alma. To all, to each, a fair good-night, And pleasing DREAMS, and slumbers light!-SCOTT, Marmion. Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy. SHAKESPERE, Romeo and Juliet. Drink.-I DRINK no more than a sponge.-RABELAIS. If on thy theme I rightly think, There are five reasons why men DRINK: Good wine, a friend, because I'm dry, Or any other reasons why.-H. ALDRICH, Biog. Brit. DRINK to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine.-BEN JONSON, The Forest. Drown.-O Lord, methought, what pain it was to DROWN! All scattered in the bottom of the sea; Some lay in dead men's skulls; and in those holes SHAKESPERE, Richard III. But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, C. WOLFE, 1823, Burial of Sir John Moore, |