=School.=

And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school.
1590
SHAKS.:  As You Like It, Act ii., Sc. 7.

Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way,
With blossom’d furze unprofitably gay,
There, in his noisy mansion, skill’d to rule,
The village master taught his little school;
A man severe he was, and stern to view,—­
I knew him well, and every truant knew;
Well had the boding tremblers learn’d to trace
The day’s disasters in his morning face.
1591
GOLDSMITH:  Des.  Village, Line 193.

=Science.=

Trace science then, with modesty thy guide;
First strip off all her equipage of pride;
Deduct what is but vanity, or dress,
Or learning’s luxury, or idleness;
Or tricks to show the stretch of human brain,
Mere curious pleasure, or ingenious pain;
Expunge the whole, or lop th’ excrescent parts
Of all our vices have created arts;
Then see how little the remaining sum
Which serv’d the past, and must the times to come.
1592
POPE:  Essay on Man, Epis. ii., Line 43.

O star-eyed Science! hast thou wander’d there, To waft us home the message of despair? 1593 CAMPBELL:  Pl. of Hope, Pt. ii., Line 325.

=Scorn.=

Scorn at first, makes after-love the more. 1594 SHAKS.:  Two Gent. of V., Act iii., Sc. 1.

Alas! to make me
The fixed figure of the time, for scorn
To point his slow and moving finger at.
1595
SHAKS.:  Othello, Act iv., Sc. 2.

So let him stand, through ages yet unborn,
Fix’d statue on the pedestal of scorn!
1596
BYRON:  Curse of Minerva, Line 207.

He hears,
On all sides, from innumerable tongues,
A dismal universal hiss, the sound
Of public scorn.
1597
MILTON:  Par.  Lost, Bk. x., Line 506.

=Scotland.=

Stands Scotland where it did?
1598
SHAKS.:  Macbeth, Act iv., Sc. 3.

O Scotia! my dear, my native soil! 
For whom my warmest wish to heaven is sent! 
Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil
Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content.
1599
BURNS:  Cotter’s Saturday Night, St. 20.

It was a’ for our rightfu’ King
    We left fair Scotland’s strand.
1600
BURNS:  A’ for our Rightfu’ King.

=Scribblers.=

Laugh when I laugh, I seek no other fame,
The cry is up, and scribblers are my game.
1601
BYRON:  English Bards, Line 43.

=Scripture.=

’T is elder Scripture, writ by God’s own hand,—­ Scripture authentic! uncorrupt by man. 1602 YOUNG:  Night Thoughts, Night ix., Line 644.

=Sculpture.=

Sculpture is more divine, and more like Nature,
That fashions all her works in high relief,
And that is Sculpture.
1603
LONGFELLOW:  Michael Angelo, Pt. i., 5.