PERCEPTION PERFUME
Let there be gall enough in thy ink, though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter.
You write with ease, to show your breeding,
But easy writing's curst hard reading.
R. B. Sheridan—Clio's Protest. See Moore's
Life of Sheridan. Vol. I. P. 55.
The feather, whence the pen
Was shaped that traced the lives of these good
men,
Dropped from an Angel's wing.
Wordsworth—Ecclesiastical Sonnets. Pt. III.
V. Walton's Book of Lives.
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PEOPLE (See Public, The)
PERCEPTION
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To turn their optics in upon't.
Butler—Hudibras. Pt. III. Canto I. L. 481.
He gives us the very quintessence of perception.
Lowelij—My Study Window. Coleridge.
PERFECTION
Trifles make perfection, and perfection is no
trifle.
Michael Angelo. See C. C. Colton—Lacon.
What's come to perfection perishes,
Things learned on earth we shall practise in
heaven;
Works done least rapidly Art most cherishes.
Robert Browning—Old Pictures in Florence.
St. 17.
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| text = The very pink of perfection.
| author = Goldsmith
| work = She Stoops to Conquer . Act I.
Sc. 1.
Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see,
Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be.
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Whose dear perfection hearts that scorn'd to
serve
Humbly call'd mistress.
All's Well That Ends Well. Act V. Sc. 3. L. 16.
How many things by season season'd are
To their right praise and true perfection!
Merchant of Venice. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 107.
It is the witness still of excellency
To put a strange face on his own perfection.
Much Ado About Nothing. Act II. Sc. 3. L. 48.
A man cannot have an idea of perfection in
another, which he was never sensible of in
himself.
Steele—The Tatler. No. 227.
In this broad earth of ours,
Amid the measureless grossness and the slag,
Enclosed and safe within its central heart,
Nestles the seed perfection.
Walt Whitman—Song of the Universal.
PERFUME
In virtue, nothing earthly could surpass her,
Save thine "incomparable oil," Macassar!
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| work = Don Juan. Canto I. St. 17.
And the ripe harvest of the new-mown hay
Gives it a sweet and wholesome odour.
Colley Cibber—Richard III. {Altered.) Act
V. Sc. 3. L. 44.
I cannot talk with civet in the room,
A fine puss gentleman that's all perfume.
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| work = Conversation. L. 283.
Soft carpet-knights all scenting musk and amber.
Du Bartas—Divine Weekes and Workes.
Third Day. Pt. I.
And ever since then, when the clock strikes two,
She walks unbidden from room to room,
And the air is filled that she passes through
With a subtle, sad perfume.
The delicate odor of mignonette,
The ghost of a dead and gone bouquet,
Is all that tells of her story—yet
Could she think of a sweeter way?
Bret Harte—Newport Legend. Quoted by
Augustus Thomas in The Witching Hour.
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| author = Herbert
| work = Jacula Prudentum.
A stream of rich distill'd perfumes.
| author = Milton
| work = Comus. 556.
Sabean odours from the spicy shore
Of Arabie the blest. i
| author = Milton
| work = Paradise Lost.
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An amber scent of odorous perfume
Her harbinger.
| author = Milton
| work = Samson Agonistes. L. 720.
And all your courtly civet cats can vent
Perfume to you, to me is excrement.
| author = Pope
| work = Epilogue to the Satires. Dialogue II.
L. 188.
And all Arabia breathes from yonder box.
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| work = The Rape of the Lock. Canto I. L. 134.
So perfumed that
The winds were love-sick.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 198.
From the barge
A strange invisible perfume hits the sense
Of the adjacent wharfs.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 216.
