=Redress.=

What need we any spur but our own cause
To prick us to redress.
1458
SHAKS.:  Jul.  Caesar, Act ii., Sc. 1.

=Reflection.=

Remembrance and reflection how allied!  What thin partitions sense from thought divide! 1459 POPE:  Essay on Man, Epis. i., Line 225.

=Reformation.=

’Tis the talent of our English nation,
Still to be plotting some new Reformation.
1460
DRYDEN:  Sophonisba, Prologue.

=Regret.=

O last regret, regret can die!
1461
TENNYSON:  In Memoriam, lxxviii., St. 5.

Deep as first love, and wild with all regret.  Oh death in life, the days that are no more! 1462 TENNYSON:  The Princess, Pt. iv., Line 36.

=Religion.=

In Religion
What damned error, but some sober brow
Will bless it, and approve it with a text,
Hiding the grossness with fair ornament.
1463
SHAKS.:  M. of Venice, Act iii., Sc. 2.

Religion is a spring,
That from some secret, golden mine
Derives her birth, and thence doth bring
Cordials in every drop, and wine.
1464
HENRY VAUGHAN:  Religion.

Religion crowns the statesman and the man, Sole source of public and of private peace. 1465 YOUNG:  Public Situation of the Kingdom, Line 500.

Pity Religion has so seldom found
A skilful guide into poetic ground!
1466
COWPER:  Table Talk, Line 17.

Religion stands on tiptoe in our land,
Ready to pass to the American strand.
1467
HERBERT:  The Church Militant.

=Remedies.=

Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie,
Which we ascribe to Heaven; the fated sky
Gives us free scope; only, doth backward pull
Our slow designs, when we ourselves are dull.
1468
SHAKS.:  All ’s Well, Act i., Sc. 1.

=Remembrance.=

The setting sun, and music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in remembrance more than things long past. 1469 SHAKS.:  Richard II., Act ii., Sc. 1.

Praising what is lost,
Makes the remembrance dear.
1470
SHAKS.:  All ’s Well, Act v., Sc. 3.

I’ve been so long remembered, I’m forgot. 1471 YOUNG:  Night Thoughts, Night iv., Line 57.

I remember, I remember,
The fir trees dark and high: 
I used to think their slender tops
Were close against the sky;
It was a childish ignorance,
But now ’tis little joy
To know I’m farther off from heaven
Than when I was a boy.
1472
HOOD:  I Remember, I Remember.

=Remorse.=

Remorse is as the heart in which it grows,
If that be gentle, it drops balmy dews
Of true repentance; but if proud and gloomy,
It is the poison tree that, pierced to the inmost,
Weeps only tears of poison.
1473
COLERIDGE:  Remorse, Act i., Sc. 1.