evil was sick, the devil a saint would be;
The devil was well, the devil a saint was he.
546
RABELAIS: _Works,_ Bk. iv., Ch. xxiv.

=Devotion.=

As down in the sunless retreats of the ocean
Sweet flowers are springing no mortal can see,
So deep in my soul the still prayer of devotion
Unheard by the world, rises silent to Thee.
517
MOORE: _As Down in the Sunless Retreats._

=Dew.=

What gentle ghost, besprent with April dew,
Hails me so solemnly to yonder yew?
548
BEN JONSON: _Elegy on the Lady Jane Pawlet._

=Dial.=

True as the dial to the sun,
Although it be not shin'd upon.
549
BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. iii., Canto ii., Line 175.

=Difficulty.=

It is as hard to come, as for a camel
To thread the postern of a needle's eye.
550
SHAKS: _Richard II.,_ Act v., Sc. 5.

=Dignity.=

Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye,
In every gesture dignity and love.
551
MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. viii., Line 488.

=Digression.=

And there began a lang digression
About the lords o' the creation.
552
BURNS: _The Twa Dogs._

=Dinner.=

Since Eve ate apples, much depends on dinner.
553
BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto xiii., St. 99.

=Disappointment.=

Oh! that a dream so sweet, so long enjoy'd,
Should be so sadly, cruelly destroy'd!
554
MOORE: _Lalla Rookh, Veiled Prophet of Khorassan._

=Discord.=

Discord oft in music makes the sweeter lay.
555
SPENSER: _Faerie Queene,_ Bk. iii., Canto ii., St. 15.

From hence, let fierce contending nations know
What dire effects from civil discord flow.
556
ADDISON: _Cato,_ Act ii., Sc. 4.

=Discourse.=

Sure, he that made us with such large discourse,
Looking before and after, gave us not
That capability and godlike reason
To fust in us unused.
557
SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iv., Sc. 4.

=Discretion.=

Let's teach ourselves that honorable stop,
Not to outsport discretion.
558
SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act ii., Sc. 3.

It shewed discretion, the best part of valor.
559
BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _King and No King,_ Act iv., Sc. 3.

=Diseases.=

Diseases, desperate grown,
By desperate appliance are reliev'd,
Or not at all.
560
SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iv., Sc. 3.

=Disguise.=

'T is great, 't is manly, to disdain disguise;
It shows our spirit, or it proves our strength.
561
YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,_ Night viii., Line 372.

=Dislike.=

I do not love thee, Doctor Fell,
The reason why I cannot tell;
But this alon