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Men so noble,
However faulty, yet should find respect
For what they have been; 'tis a cruelty
To load a falling man.

Henry VIII. Act V. Sc. 3. L. 74.

See what a rent the envious Casca made.
Julius Caesar. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 179.

You are the cruell'st she alive,
If you will lead these graces to the grave
And leave the world no copy.

Twelfth Night. Act I. Sc. 5. L. 259.

If ever henceforth thou
These rural latches to his entrance open,
Or hoop his body more with thy embraces,
I will devise a death as cruel for thee
As thou art tender to't.
Winter's Tale. Act IV. Sc. 4. L. 448.

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Inhumanity is caught from man,
From smiling man.

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CUCKOO

The Attic warbler pours her throat
Responsive to the cuckoo's note.

Gray—Ode on the Spring.

And now I hear its voice again,
And still its message is of peace,
It sings of love that will not cease,
For me it never sings in vain.
Fred'k Locker-Lampson. The Cuckoo.

Oh, could I fly, I'd fly with thee!
We'd make, with joyful wing,
Our annual visit o'er the globe,
Companions of the spring.
John Logan—To the Cuckoo. Attributed also
to Michael Bhuce.

Sweet bird! thy bower is ever green,
Thy sky is ever clear;
Thou hast no sorrow in thy song,
No winter in thy year.
John Logan—To the Cuckoo. Attributed also
to Michael Bruce. Arguments in favor
of Logan in Notes and Queries, April, 1902.
P. 309. In favor of Bruce, June 14, 1902.
P. 469.

The cuckoo builds not for himself.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act II. Sc. 6. L. 28.

And being fed by us you used us so
As that ungentle gull, the cuckoo's bird,
Useth the sparrow.
Henry IV. Pt. I. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 59.

The cuckoo then on every tree,
Mocks married men; for thus sings he,
Cuckoo!
Cuckoo! Cuckoo! O word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear.
Love's Labour's Lost. Act V. Sc. 2. L. 908.
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 | text = <poem>The merry cuckow, messenger of Spring,
His trumpet shrill hath thrice already sounded.
Spenser—Sonnet. 19.
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 | text = <poem>While I deduce,
From the first note the hollow cuckoo sings,
The symphony of spring.
Thomson—The Seasons. Spring. L. 576.
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 | text = <poem>List—'twas the cuckoo—O, with what delight
Heard I that voice! and catch it now, though
faint,
Far off and faint, and melting into air,
Yet not to be mistaken. Hark again!
Those louder cries give notice that the bird,
Although invisible as Echo's self,
Is wheeling hitherward.
Wordsworth—The Cuckoo at Lavema.

blithe New-comer! I have heard,
 hear thee and rejoice;
O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird,
Or but a wandering Voice?
Wordsworth—To the Cuckoo.
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 | text = <poem>CURIOSITY
Each window like a pill'ry appears,
With heads thrust through naiZ'd by the ears.
Butler—Hudibras. Pt. II. Canto III. L.
391.
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 | text = I loathe that low vice—curiosity.
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 | work = Don Juan. Canto I. St. 23.

The poorest of the sex have still an itch
To know their fortunes, equal to the rich.
The dairy-maid inquires, if she shall take
The trusty tailor, and the cook forsake.
Dryden—Sixth Satire of Juvenal. L. 762.

Ask me no questions, and I'll tell you no fibs.

Goldsmith—She Stoops to Conquer. Act III.

Percunctatorem fugito, nam garrulus idem est.
Shun the inquisitive person, for he is also a
talker.

Horace—Epistles. I. 18. 69.

Rise up, rise up, Xarifa! lay your golden cushion
down;
Rise up! come to the window, and gaze with all
the town!
John G. Lockhart—The Bridal of Andella.
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 | text = <poem>I sawand heard, for we sometimes,
Who dwell this wild, constrained by want, come
forth
To town or village nigh, nighest is far,
Where aught we hear, and curious are to hear,
What happens new; fame also finds us out.

Milton—Paradise Regained. Bk. I. L. 330.

Platon estime qu'il y ait quelque vice d'impi&£ a trop curieusement s'enquerir de Dieu et
du monde.
Plato holds that there is some vice of impiety in enquiring loo curiously about God and
the world.

Montaigne—Essays. Bk. II. Ch. XII.

(See also Hamlet)