e for my pains a world of sighs.
1685
SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act i., Sc. 3.

He sighed;--the next resource is the full moon,
Where all sighs are deposited; and now
It happen'd luckily, the chaste orb shone.
1686
BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto xvi., St. 13.

=Sight.=

Visions of glory, spare my aching sight
Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul!
1687
GRAY: _The Bard,_ Pt. iii., St. 1.

O Christ! it is a goodly sight to see
What Heaven hath done for this delicious land.
1688
BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto i., St. 15.

=Signs.=

Sometime we see a cloud that's dragonish:
A vapor, sometime, like a bear, or lion,
A tower'd citadel, a pendent rock,
A forked mountain, or blue promontory
With trees upon 't, that nod unto the world,
And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs;
They are black vesper's pageants.
1689
SHAKS.: _Ant. and Cleo.,_ Act iv., Sc. 12.

=Silence.=

Silence is the perfectest herald of joy:
I were but little happy, if I could say how much.
1690
SHAKS.: _Much Ado,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.

Silence in love bewrays more woe
Than words, tho' ne'er so witty;
A beggar that is dumb, you know,
May challenge double pity.
1691
SIR WALTER RALEIGH: _Silent Lover,_ St. 6.

Silence more musical than any song.
1692
CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI: _Rest._

Silence accompany'd; for beast and bird,
They to their grassy couch, these to their nests,
Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale;
She all night long her amorous descant sung;
Silence was pleas'd.
1693
MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 598.

There was silence deep as death,
And the boldest held his breath
For a time.
1694
CAMPBELL: _Battle of the Baltic._

There is a silence where hath been no sound,
There is a silence where no sound may be,--
In the cold grave, under the deep, deep sea,
Or in the wide desert where no life is found.
1695
HOOD: _Sonnet, Silence._

=Silver.=

Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear,
That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops.
1696
SHAKS.: _Rom. and Jul.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

=Similarity.=

Like will to like: each creature loves his kind,
Chaste words proceed still from a bashful mind.
1697
HERRICK: _Aph. Like Loves His Like._

=Simplicity.=

And simple truth miscall'd simplicity,
And captive good attending captive ill.
1698
SHAKS.: Sonnet lxvi.

Rich in saving common-sense,
And, as the greatest only are.
In his simplicity sublime.
1699
TENNYSON: _Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellingt