=Swimming.=

How many a time have I
Cloven with arm still lustier, breast more daring,
The wave all roughen’d; with a swimmer’s stroke
Flinging the billows back from my drench’d hair,
And laughing from my lip the audacious brine,
Which kiss’d it like a wine-cup, rising o’er
The waves as they arose, and prouder still
The loftier they uplifted me.
1847
BYRON:  Two Foscari, Act i., Sc. 1.

=Sword.=

Full bravely hast thou fleshed
Thy maiden sword.
1848
SHAKS.:  1 Henry IV., Act v., Sc. 4.

Chase brave employment with a naked sword
Throughout the world.
1849
HERBERT:  The Church Porch.

=Sympathy.=

Thou hast given me, in this beauteous face,
A world of earthly blessings to my soul,
If sympathy of love unite our thoughts.
1850
SHAKS.:  2 Henry VI., Act i., Sc. 1.

There’s nought in this bad world like sympathy: 
’Tis so becoming to the soul and face—­
Sets to soft music the harmonious sigh,
And robes sweet friendship in a Brussels lace.
1851
BYRON:  Don Juan, Canto xiv., St. 47.

=Synods.=

Synods are mystical bear-gardens,
Where elders, deputies, church-wardens,
And other members of the court,
Manage the Babylonish sport.
1852
BUTLER:  Hudibras, Pt. i., Canto iii., Line 1095.

==T.==

=Tale.=

Who so shall telle a tale after a man,
He moste reherse, as neighe as ever he can,
Everich word, if it be in his charge,
All speke he never so rudely and so large.
1853
CHAUCER:  Canterbury Tales, Prologue, Line 733.

But that I am forbid
To tell the secrets of my prison-house,
I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word
Would harrow up thy soul.
1854
SHAKS.:  Hamlet, Act i., Sc. 5.

I will a round unvarnish’d tale deliver
Of my whole course of love.
1855
SHAKS.:  Othello, Act i., Sc. 3.

Meet me by moonlight alone,
  And then I will tell you a tale
Must be told by the moonlight alone,
  In the grove at the end of the vale!
1856
J.A.  WADE:  Meet Me by Moonlight.

=Talk.=

We will not stand to prate;
Talkers are no good doers; be assured
We go to use our hands, and not our tongues.
1857
SHAKS.:  Richard III., Act i., Sc. 3.

But still his tongue ran on, the less
Of weight it bore, with greater ease
And with its everlasting clack,
Set all men’s ears upon the rack.
1858
BUTLER:  Hudibras, Pt. iii., Canto ii., Line 443.

They always talk who never think. 1859 PRIOR:  Upon this Passage in the Scaligeriana.

Where Nature’s end of language is declin’d, And men talk only to conceal the mind. 1860 YOUNG:  Love of Fame, Satire ii., Line 207.