er names deface,
And fix their own, with labor, in their place.
440
POPE: _Temple of Fame,_ Line 37.

=Cromwell.=

Cromwell, our chief of men, who through a cloud,
Not of war only, but detractions rude,
Guided by faith and matchless fortitude,
To peace and truth thy glorious way hast plough'd.
441
MILTON: _Sonnets, To the Lord General Cromwell._

=Cross.=

The moon of Mahomet
Arose, and it shall set;
While, blazoned as on heaven's immortal noon,
The cross leads generations on.
442
SHELLEY: _Hellas,_ Line 221.

=Crowd.=

Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife
Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray.
443
GRAY: _Elegy,_ St. 19.

=Crown.=

Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown,
And put a barren sceptre in my gripe.
444
SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act iii., Sc. 1.

What seem'd his head
The likeness of a kingly crown had on.
Satan was now at hand.
445
MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 666.

=Cruelty.=

A stony adversary, an inhuman wretch,
Uncapable of pity, void and empty
From any dram of mercy.
446
SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.

=Cupid.=

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind.
447
SHAKS.: _Mid. N. Dream,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

Cupid is a casuist,
A mystic, and a cabalist,--
Can your lurking thought surprise,
And interpret your device....
Heralds high before him run;
He has ushers many a one;
He spreads his welcome where he goes,
And touches all things with his rose.
All things wait for and divine him,--
How shall I dare to malign him?
448
EMERSON: _Daem. and Celes., Love,_ Pt. i.

=Cure.=

'T is an ill cure
For life's worst ills, to have no time to feel them.
449
SIR HENRY TAYLOR: _Philip Van Artevelde,_ Pt. i., Act i., Sc. 5.

=Curfew.=

The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea,
The ploughman homeward plods his weary way,
And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
450
GRAY: _Elegy,_ St. 1.

=Curiosity.=

I loathe that low vice, curiosity.
451
BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto i., St. 23.

=Curls.=

Shakes his ambrosial curls, and gives the nod,--
The stamp of fate, and sanction of the god.
452
POPE: _Iliad,_ Bk. i., Line 684.

=Current.=

We must take the current when it serves,
Or lose our ventures.
453
SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act iv., Sc. 3.

=Curses.=