Sons and brothers at a strife!
What is your quarrel? how began it first?
--No quarrel, but a slight contention.
399
SHAKS.: _3 Henry VI.,_ Act i., Sc. 2.

=Contentment.=

He that commends me to mine own content,
Commends me to the thing I cannot get.
400
SHAKS.: _Com. of Errors,_ Act i., Sc. 2.

This is the charm, by sages often told,
Converting all it touches into gold:
Content can soothe, where'er by fortune placed,
Can rear a garden in the desert waste.
401
HENRY KIRKE WHITE: _Clifton Grove,_ Line 139.

=Contradiction.=

Woman's at best a contradiction still.
402
POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. ii., Line 270.

=Controversy.=

Great contest follows, and much learned dust
Involves the combatants; each claiming truth,
And truth disclaiming both.
403
COWPER: _Task,_ Bk. iii., Line 161.

=Conversation.=

A dearth of words a woman need not fear;
But 't is a task indeed to learn--to hear:
In that the skill of conversation lies;
That shows or makes you both polite and wise.
404
YOUNG: _Love of Fame,_ Satire v., Line 57.

=Converts.=

More proselytes and converts use t' accrue
To false persuasions than the right and true;
For error and mistake are infinite,
But truth has but one way to be i' th' right.
405
BUTLER: _Misc. Thoughts,_ Line 113.

=Cooks.=

Heaven sends us good meat; but the devil sends cooks.
406
GARRICK: _Epigr. on Goldsmith's Retal._

=Coquette.=

Or light or dark, or short or tall,
She sets a springe to snare them all;
All 's one to her--above her fan
She 'd make sweet eyes at Caliban.
407
T.B. ALDRICH: _Coquette._

=Corruption.=

Corruption is a tree, whose branches are
Of an unmeasurable length: they spread
Ev'rywhere; and the dew that drops from thence
Hath infected some chairs and stools of authority.
408
BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _Hon. Man's For.,_ Act iii., Sc. 3

At length corruption, like a general flood,
(So long by watchful ministers withstood,)
Shall deluge all; and avarice creeping on,
Spread like a low-born mist, and blot the sun.
409
POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. iii., Line 135.

=Counsel.=

Bosom up my counsel,
You'll find it wholesome.
410
SHAKS.: _Henry VIII.,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

Here thou, great Anna! whom three realms obey,
Dost sometimes counsel take--and sometimes tea.
411
POPE: _R. of the Lock,_ Canto iii., Line 7.

=Country.=

God made the country, and man made the town;
What wonder, then, that health and