A sculptor wields
The chisel, and the stricken marble grows
To beauty.
1604
WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT:  Flood of Years.

=Sea.=

The rude sea grew civil at her song,
And certain stars shot madly from their spheres
To hear the sea-maid’s music.
1605
SHAKS.:  Mid.  N. Dream, Act ii., Sc. 1.

The sea! the sea! the open sea! 
The blue, the fresh, the ever free! 
Without a mark, without a bound,
It runneth the earth’s wide region round;
It plays with the clouds; it mocks the skies;
Or like a cradled creature lies.
1606
BARRY CORNWALL:  The Sea.

Broad based upon her people’s will,
And compassed by the inviolate sea.
1607
TENNYSON:  To the Queen.

’T was when the sea was roaring,
With hollow blasts of wind,
A damsel lay deploring,
All on a rock reclin’d.
1608
JOHN GAY:  What D’ ye Call It, Act ii., Sc. 8.

=Sea-weed.=

A weary weed, toss’d to and fro,
Drearily drench’d in the ocean brine,
Soaring high and sinking low,
Lashed along without will of mine,—­
Sport of the spoom of the surging sea,
Flung on the foam afar and anear,
Mark my manifold mystery,—­
Growth and grace in their place appear.
1609
CORNELIUS G. FENNER:  Gulf-Weed.

=Seasons.=

Perceiv’st thou not the process of the year, How the four seasons in four forms appear, Resembling human life in ev’ry shape they wear? Spring first, like infancy, shoots out her head, With milky juice requiring to be fed:  ...  Proceeding onward whence the year began, The Summer grows adult, and ripens into man.... Autumn succeeds, a sober, tepid age, Not froze with fear, nor boiling into rage; ...  Last, Winter creeps along with tardy pace, Sour is his front, and furrowed is his face. 1610 DRYDEN:  Of Pythagorean Phil.  From, 15th Book Ovid’s Metamorphoses,
  Line 206.

With thee conversing I forget all time, All seasons, and their change,—­all please alike. 1611 MILTON:  Par.  Lost, Bk. iv., Line 639.

Thus with the year
Seasons return; but not to me returns
Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn,
Or sight of vernal bloom or summer’s rose,
Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine.
1612
MILTON:  Par.  Lost, Bk. iii., Line 40.

=Seat.=

Oh for a seat in some poetic nook, Just hid with trees and sparkling with a brook! 1613 LEIGH HUNT:  Politics and Poetics.

=Secrecy.=

Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck,
Till thou applaud the deed.
1614
SHAKS.:  Macbeth, Act iii., Sc. 2.

I will believe
Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know;
And so far will I trust thee.
1615
SHAKS.:  1 Henry IV., Act ii., Sc. 3.

A secret in his mouth,
Is like a wild bird put into a cage,
Whose door no sooner opens, but ’t is out.
1616
BEN JONSON:  Case is Altered, Act iii., Sc. 3