his prospects brightening to the last,
His heaven commences ere the world be past.
1487
GOLDSMITH: _Des. Village,_ Line 110.

=Resolution.=

The native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought;
And enterprises of great pith and moment,
With this regard, their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.
1488
SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 1.

=Respect.=

You have too much respect upon the world:
They lose it, that do buy it with much care.
1489
SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

=Rest.=

Who with a body filled and vacant mind
Gets him to rest, crammed with distressful bread.
1490
SHAKS.: _Henry V.,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.

Rest is sweet after strife.
1491
OWEN MEREDITH: _Lucile,_ Pt. i., Canto vi., St. 25.

For too much rest itself becomes a pain.
1492
POPE: _Odyssey,_ Bk. xv., Line 429.

=Results.=

Who soweth good seed shall surely reap;
The year grows rich as it groweth old;
And life's latest sands are its sands of gold.
1493
JULIA C.R. DORR: _To the Bouquet Club._

=Retirement.=

Retiring from the popular noise, I seek
This unfrequented place to find some ease.
1494
MILTON: _Samson Agonistes,_ Line 16.

O blest retirement, friend to life's decline,
Retreats from care that never must be mine,
How happy he who crowns, in shades like these,
A youth of labor, with an age of ease;
Who quits a world where strong temptations try,
And, since 't is hard to combat, learns to fly.
1495
GOLDSMITH: _Des. Village,_ Line 97.

=Retreat.=

In all the trade of war, no feat
Is nobler than a brave retreat;
For those that run away, and fly,
Take place at least of the enemy.
1496
BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. i., Canto iii., Line 607.

=Revelry.=

Midnight shout and revelry,
Tipsy dance and jollity.
1497
MILTON: _Comus,_ Line 103.

There was a sound of revelry by night,
And Belgium's capital had gather'd then
Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright
The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men.
1498
BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iii., St. 21.

=Revenge.=

And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge,
With Ate by his side, come hot from hell,
Shall in these confines, with a monarch's voice,
Cry "Havock," and let slip the dogs of war.
1499
SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act iii., Sc. 1.

Revenge, at first though sweet,
Bitter ere long, back on itself recoils.
1500
MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ix., Line 171.

Vengeance to God alone be