=Shoes.=

I saw them go:  one horse was blind,
The tails of both hung down behind,
  Their shoes were on their feet.
1676
JAMES SMITH:  Rejected Addresses, The Baby’s Debut.

Let firm, well-hammer’d soles protect thy feet, Thro’ freezing snows, and rain, and soaking sleet. 1677 GAY:  Trivia, Bk. i., Line 33.

=Shore.=

But the poor, unsightly, noisome things
Had left their beauty on the shore,
With the sun and the sand and the wild uproar.
1678
EMERSON:  Each and All.

There is a rapture on the lonely shore;
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar.
1679
BYRON:  Ch.  Harold, Canto iv., St. 178.

A strong nor’wester ’s blowing, Bill! 
  Hark! don’t ye hear it roar now? 
Lord help ’em, how I pities them
  Unhappy folks on shore now!
1680
WILLIAM PITT:  The Sailor’s Consolation.

=Show.=

Live to be the show and gaze o’ the time. 1681 SHAKS.:  Macbeth, Act v., Sc. 8.

With books and money plac’d for show
Like nest-eggs to make clients lay,
And for his false opinion pay.
1682
BUTLER:  Hudibras, Pt. iii., Canto iii., Line 624.

=Shrine.=

What sought they thus afar? 
  Bright jewels of the mine,
The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? 
  They sought a faith’s pure shrine.
1683
HEMANS:  Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers.

=Sickness.=

This sickness doth infect
The very life-blood of our enterprise.
1684
SHAKS.:  1 Henry IV., Act iv., Sc. 1.

=Sighs.=

My story being done,
She gave me for my pains a world of sighs.
1685
SHAKS.:  Othello, Act i., Sc. 3.

He sighed;—­the next resource is the full moon,
Where all sighs are deposited; and now
It happen’d luckily, the chaste orb shone.
1686
BYRON:  Don Juan, Canto xvi., St. 13.

=Sight.=

Visions of glory, spare my aching sight
Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul!
1687
GRAY:  The Bard, Pt. iii., St. 1.

O Christ! it is a goodly sight to see What Heaven hath done for this delicious land. 1688 BYRON:  Ch.  Harold, Canto i., St. 15.

=Signs.=

Sometime we see a cloud that’s dragonish: 
A vapor, sometime, like a bear, or lion,
A tower’d citadel, a pendent rock,
A forked mountain, or blue promontory
With trees upon ’t, that nod unto the world,
And mock our eyes with air:  thou hast seen these signs;
They are black vesper’s pageants.
1689
SHAKS.:  Ant. and Cleo., Act iv., Sc. 12.

=Silence.=

Silence is the perfectest herald of joy:  I were but little happy, if I could say how much. 1690 SHAKS.:  Much Ado, Act ii., Sc. 1.

Silence in love bewrays more woe
Than words, tho’ ne’er so witty;
A beggar that is dumb, you know,
May challenge double pity.
1691
SIR WALTER RALEIGH:  Silent Lover, St. 6.