Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field. 14 SHAKS.:  Othello, Act i., Sc. 3.

Our wanton accidents take root, and grow
To vaunt themselves God’s laws.
15
CHARLES KINGSLEY:  Saints’ Tragedy, Act ii., Sc. 4.

By many a happy accident.
16
MIDDLETON:  No Wit, No Help, Like a Woman’s, Act ii., Sc. 2.

=Account.=

No reckoning made, but sent to my account
With all my imperfections on my head.
17
SHAKS.:  Hamlet, Act i., Sc. 5.

=Accusation.=

Accuse not Nature:  she hath done her part;
Do thou but thine.
18
MILTON:  Par.  Lost, Bk. viii., Line 561.

=Achievements.=

Great things thro’ greatest hazards are achiev’d,
And then they shine.
19
BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER:  Loyal Subject, Act i., Sc. 5.

=Acquaintance.=

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
  And never brought to mind? 
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
  And days o’ lang syne?
20
BURNS:  Auld Lang Syne.

=Action.=

Pleasure and action make the hours seem short. 21 SHAKS.:  Othello, Act ii., Sc. 3.

Of every noble action, the intent
Is to give worth reward—­vice punishment.
22
BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER:  Captain, Act v., Sc. 5.

Only the actions of the just
Smell sweet and blossom in their dust.
23
JAMES SHIRLEY:  Death’s Final Conquest, Sc. iii.

Who sweeps a room as for Thy laws
  Makes that and th’ action fine.
24
HERBERT:  The Elixir.

=Activity.=

If it were done, when ’tis done, then ’twere well
It were done quickly.
25
SHAKS.:  Macbeth, Act i., Sc. 7.

Wise men ne’er sit and wail their loss, But cheerly seek how to redress their harms. 26 SHAKS.:  3 Henry VI., Act v., Sc. 4.

=Actors.=

A strutting player,—­whose conceit
Lies in his hamstring, and doth think it rich
To hear the wooden dialogue and sound
’Twixt his stretched footing and the scaffoldage.
27
SHAKS.:  Troil. and Cress., Act i., Sc. 3.

The world’s a theatre, the earth a stage
Which God and Nature do with actors fill.
28
THOMAS HEYWOOD:  Apology for Actors.

=Adaptability.=

All things are ready, if our minds be so. 29 SHAKS.:  Henry V., Act iv., Sc. 3.

=Address.=

And the tear that is wiped with a little address
  May be follow’d perhaps by a smile.
30
COWPER:  The Rose.

=Adieu.=

Adieu, adieu! my native shore
  Fades o’er the waters blue.
31
BYRON:  Ch.  Harold, Canto i., St. 13.

Adieu, she cried, and waved her lily hand. 32 GAY:  Sweet William’s Farewell to Black-eyed Susan.