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COCK
Good-morrow to thy sable beak,
And glossy plumage, dark and sleek,
Thy crimson moon and azure eye,
Cock of the heath, so wildly shy!
While the cock with lively din
Scatters the rear of darkness thin,
And to the stack or the barn door
Stoutly struts his dames before.
The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn,
Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat
Awake the god of day.
The early village cock
Hath twice done salutation to the morn.
Hark, hark! I hear
The strain of strutting chanticleer
Cry, cock-a-diddle-dow.
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COLOGNE
In Koln, a town of monks and bones,
And pavement fang'd with murderous stones, And rags and hags, and hideous wenches, I counted two-and-seventy stenches, All well defined, and several stinks! Ye nymphs that reign o'er sewers and sinks, The River Rhine, it is well known, Doth wash your city of Cologne; But tell me, nymphs! what power divine Shall henceforth wash the river Rhine?
COLUMBINE
Aguilegia Canadensis
Or columbines, in purple dressed
Nod o'er the ground-bird's hidden nest. Bryant—To the Fringed Gentian.
Skirting the rocks at the forest edge
With a running flame from ledge to ledge, Or swaying deeper in shadowy glooms, A smoldering fire in her dusky blooms; Bronzed and molded by wind and sun, Maddening, gladdening every one With a gypsy beauty full and fine,— A health to the crimson columbine! Elaine Goodale—Columbine. </poem>
O columbine, open your folded wrapper,
Where two twin turtle-doves dwell!
cuckoopint, toll me the purple clapper
That hangs in your clear green bell!
Jean Ingelow—Songs of Seven. Seven Times One.
There's fennel for you, and columbines: there's rue for you.
am that flower,—That mint.—That columbine.
Love's Labor Lost. Act V. Sc. 2. L. 661.
COMFORT
It's grand, and you canna expect to be baith grand and comfortable.
Barrie—Little Minister. Ch, 10.
They have most satisfaction in themselves, and consequently the sweetest relish of their creature comforts.
Is there no balm in Gilead?
Jeremiah. VIII. 22.
Is there no treacle in Gilead?
Version from the "Treacle Bible." (1568)
Spelled also "truacle" or "tryacle" in the
Great Bible (1541), Bishops' Bible. (1561)
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Job. XVI. 2.
From out the throng and stress of lies,
From out the painful noise of sighs,
One voice of comfort seems to rise:
"It is the meaner part that dies."
Wm. Morris—Comfort.
Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
Psalms. XXIH. 4.
And He that doth the ravens feed,
Yea, providently caters for the sparrow,
Be comfort to my age!
As You Like It. Act II. Sc. 3. L. 43.
That comfort comes too late;
'Tis like a pardon after execution;
That gentle physic, given in time, had cur'd me;
But now I am past all comforts here, but Prayers.
Henry VIII. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 119.
COMMERCE (See Business)
COMPANIONSHIP
Tell me thy company and I will tell thee what thou art.
Pares autem vetere proverbio, cum paribus
facillime congregantur.
Like, according to the old proverb, naturally
goes with like.
We are in the same boat.
Pope Clement I. To the Church of Corinth.
Ah, savage company; but in the church
With saints, and in the taverns with the gluttons.
Dante—Inferno. XXII. 13.
<poem>Better your room than your company.
Simon Forman—Marriage of Wit and Wisdom (About 1570)
The right hands of fellowship.