The river Rhine, it is well known,
Doth wash your city of Cologne;
But tell me, nymphs! what power divine
Shall henceforth wash the river Rhine?
1507
COLERIDGE:  Cologne.

=Rhyme.=

Still may syllables jar with time,
Still may reason war with rhyme.
1508
BEN JONSON:  Fit of Rhyme against Rhyme.

He knew
Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.
1509
MILTON:  Lycidas, Line 10.

For rhyme the rudder is of verses, With which, like ships, they steer their courses. 1510 BUTLER:  Hudibras, Pt. i., Canto i., Line 463.

=Riches.=

Infinite riches in a little room. 1511 MARLOWE:  The Jew of Malta, Act i.

Extol not riches then, the toil of fools,
The wise man’s cumbrance, if not snare; more apt
To slacken virtue, and abate her edge,
Than prompt her to do aught may merit praise.
1512
MILTON:  Par.  Regained, Bk ii., Line 453.

=Ridicule.=

Ridicule is a weak weapon, when levelled at a strong mind; But common men are cowards, and dread an empty laugh. 1513 TUPPER:  Proverbial Phil., Of Ridicule.

Sacred to ridicule his whole life long,
And the sad burden of some merry song.
1514
POPE:  Satire i., Bk. ii., Line 76.

=Right.=

But ’t was a maxim he had often tried, That right was right, and there he would abide. 1515 CRABBE:  Tales: Tale xv., The Squire and the Priest.

For right is right, since God is God,
  And right the day must win;
To doubt would be disloyalty,
  To falter would be sin.
1516
FREDERICK W. FABER:  The Right Must Win.

And spite of pride, in erring reason’s spite, One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right. 1517 POPE:  Essay on Man, Epis. i., Line 289.

=Rivers.=

By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
1518
MARLOWE:  The Passionate Shepherd to His Love.

See the rivers, how they run,
Changeless to the changeless sea.
1519
CHARLES KINGSLEY:  Saint’s Tragedy, Act ii., Sc. 2.

The river glideth at his own sweet will. 1520 WORDSWORTH:  Earth has not anything to show more fair.

=Robbery.=

I’ll example you with thievery:  The sun’s a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea; the moon’s an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun; The sea’s a thief, whose liquid surge resolves The moon into salt tears; the earth’s a thief, That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen From general excrement:  each thing’s a thief. 1521 SHAKS.:  Timon of A., Act iv., Sc. 3.

=Rock.=

Better to sink beneath the shock
Than moulder piecemeal on the rock.
1522
BYRON:  Giaour, Line 969.

Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee.
1523
TOPLADY:  Salvation through Christ.