Sing, seraph with the glory! heaven is high. 
Sing, poet with the sorrow! earth is low. 
The universe’s inward voices cry
“Amen” to either song of joy and woe. 
Sing, seraph, poet! sing on equally!
1709
MRS. BROWNING:  Sonnets, Seraph and Poet.

I send my heart up to thee, all my heart
In this my singing! 
For the stars help me, and the sea bears part.
1710
ROBERT BROWNING:  In a Gondola.

I do but sing because I must,
    And pipe but as the linnets sing.
1711
TENNYSON:  In Memoriam, Pt. xxi., St. 6.

Song forbids victorious deeds to die. 1712 SCHILLER:  Artists, St. 11.

=Singularity.=

No two on earth in all things can agree;
All have some darling singularity.
1713
CHURCHILL:  Apology, Line 402.

=Sister.=

Oh, never say hereafter
But I am truest speaker.  You call’d me brother
When I was but your sister.
1714
SHAKS.:  Cymbeline, Act v., Sc. 5.

=Skill.=

How happy is he born or taught,
  That serveth not another’s will;
Whose armor is his honest thought,
  And simple truth his utmost skill!
1715
WOTTON:  Character of a Happy Life.

=Skull.=

Look on its broken arch, its ruined wall,
Its chambers desolate, its portals foul;
Yes, this was once ambition’s airy hall,
The dome of thought, the palace of the soul.
1716
BYRON:  Ch.  Harold, Canto ii., St. 6.

=Sky.=

Man is the nobler growth our realms supply, And souls are ripened in our northern sky. 1717 MRS. BARBAULD:  The Invitation.

The sky is changed,—­and such a change.  O night
And storm and darkness! ye are wondrous strong,
Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light
Of a dark eye in woman!
1718
BYRON:  Ch.  Harold, Canto iii., St. 92.

=Slander.=

Slanderous reproaches, and foul infamies, Leasings, backbitings, and vainglorious crakes, Bad counsels, praises, and false flatteries; All those against that fort did bend their batteries. 1719 SPENSER:  Faerie Queene, Bk. ii., Canto xi., St. 10.

’T is slander,
Whose edge is sharper than the sword:  whose tongue
Outvenoms all the worms of Nile; whose breath
Bides on the posting winds, and doth belie
All corners of the world,—­kings, queens, and states,
Maids, matrons,—­nay, the secrets of the grave
This viperous slander enters.
1720
SHAKS.:  Cymbeline, Act iii., Sc. 4.

’T was slander filled her mouth with lying words,—­ Slander, the foulest whelp of sin. 1721 POLLOK:  Course of Time, Bk. viii., Line 715.

=Slave—­Slavery.=

Thou art a slave, whom Fortune’s tender arm With favor never clasp’d:  but bred a dog. 1722 SHAKS.:  Timon of A., Act iv., Sc. 3.