O Winter, ruler of the inverted year.

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  I love thee, all unlovely as thou seem’st,
  And dreaded as thou art! 
  I crown thee king of intimate delights,
  Fireside enjoyments, home-born happiness,
  And all the comforts that the lowly roof
  Of undisturbed Retirement, and the hours
  Of long uninterrupted evening, know.
The Task:  Winter Evening.  W. COWPER.

SECRET.

Two may keep counsel, putting one away. Romeo and Juliet, Act ii.  Sc. 4.  SHAKESPEARE.

  And whatsoever else shall hap to-night,
  Give it an understanding, but no tongue.
Hamlet, Act i.  Sc. 2.  SHAKESPEARE.

  If you have hitherto concealed this sight,
  Let it be tenable in your silence still.
Hamlet, Act i.  Sc. 2.  SHAKESPEARE.

  I have played the fool, the gross fool, to believe
  The bosom of a friend will hold a secret
  Mine own could not contain.
Unnatural Combat, Act v.  Sc. 2.  P. MASSINGER.

SHAME.

O shame, where is thy blush? Hamlet, Act iii.  Sc. 4.  SHAKESPEARE.

Here shame dissuades him, there his fear prevails,
And each by turns his aching heart assails.
Metamorphoses:  Actaeon, Bk.  III. 
OVID. Trans. of ADDISON.

All is confounded, all! 
Reproach and everlasting shame
Sits mocking in our plumes.
King Henry V., Act iv.  Sc. 5.  SHAKESPEARE.

             He was not born to shame: 
  Upon his brow shame was ashamed to sit.
Romeo and Juliet, Act iii.  Sc. 2.  SHAKESPEARE.

Himself sole author of his own disgrace. Hope.  W. COWPER.

Men the most infamous are fond of fame: 
And those who fear not guilt, yet start at shame.
The Author.  C. CHURCHILL.

  Had it pleased Heaven
  To try me with affliction; had he rained
  All kinds of sores and shames on my bare head,
  Steeped me in poverty to the very lips,
  Given to captivity me and my utmost hopes,—­
  I should have found in some part of my soul
  A drop of patience:  but, alas, to make me
  A fixed figure, for the time of scorn
  To point his slow unmoving finger at!
Othello, Act iv.  Sc. 2.  SHAKESPEARE.

SHIP.

  Build me straight, O worthy Master! 
    Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel,
  That shall laugh at all disaster
    And with wave and whirlwind wrestle.
The Building of the Ship.  H.W.  LONGFELLOW.

She walks the waters like a thing of life. 
And seems to dare the elements to strife.
The Corsair, Canto I.  LORD BYRON.

Hearts of oak are our ships,
Hearts of oak are our men.
Hearts of Oak.  D. GARRICK.