A veteran see! whose last act on the stage
  Entreats your smiles for sickness and for age;
  Their cause I plead,—­plead it in heart and mind;
  A fellow-feeling makes one wondrous kind.
Prologue on Quitting the Stage in 1776.  D. GARRICK.

  Who teach the mind its proper face to scan,
  And hold the faithful mirror up to man.
The Actor.  R. LLOYD.

STAR.

That full star that ushers in the even. Sonnet CXXXII.  SHAKESPEARE.

  Her blue eyes sought the west afar,
  For lovers love the western star.
Lay of the Last Minstrel, Canto III.  SIR W. SCOTT.

  And fast by, hanging in a golden chain
  This pendent world, in bigness as a star
  Of smallest magnitude close by the moon.
Paradise Lost, Bk.  II.  MILTON.

  Devotion! daughter of astronomy! 
  An undevout astronomer is mad.
Night Thoughts, Night IX.  DR. E. YOUNG.

    There does a sable cloud
  Turn forth her silver lining on the night,
  And cast a gleam over this tufted grove.
Comus.  MILTON.

Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels. Evangeline, Pt.  I.  H.W.  LONGFELLOW.

  ’Tis the witching hour of night,
  Orbed is the moon and bright,
  And the stars they glisten, glisten,
  Seeming with bright eyes to listen—­
    For what listen they?
A Prophecy.  J. KEATS.

  There is no light in earth or heaven
    But the cold light of stars;
  And the first watch of night is given
    To the red planet Mars.
The Light of Stars.  H.W.  LONGFELLOW.

  Sweet Phosphor, bring the day;
  Light will repay
  The wrongs of night;
    Sweet Phosphor, bring the day!
Emblems, Bk.  I.  F. QUARLES.

    At whose sight all the stars
  Hide their diminished heads.
Paradise Lost, Bk.  IV.  MILTON.

  Nor sink those stars in empty night,—­
  They hide themselves in heaven’s own light.
Issues of Life and Death.  J. MONTGOMERY.

STATECRAFT.

  A thousand years scarce serve to form a state;
  An hour may lay it in the dust.
Childe Harold, Canto II.  LORD BYRON.

  Who’s in or out, who moves this grand machine,
  Nor stirs my curiosity nor spleen: 
  Secrets of state no more I wish to know
  Than secret movements of a puppet show: 
  Let but the puppets move, I’ve my desire,
  Unseen the hand which guides the master wire.
Night.  C. CHURCHILL.

Resolved to ruin or to rule the state. Absalom and Achitophel, Pt.  II.  J. DRYDEN.

  And lives to clutch the golden keys,
  To mould a mighty state’s decrees,
  And shape the whisper of the throne.
In Memoriam, LXIII.  A. TENNYSON.