A tailor, though a man of upright dealing,—­
  True but for lying,—­honest but for stealing.
Of a Precise Tailor.  SIR J. HARRINGTON.

  Thieves for their robbery have authority
  When judges steal themselves.
Measure for Measure, Act ii.  Sc. 2.  SHAKESPEARE.

  Thou hast stolen both mine office and my name;
  The one ne’er got me credit, the other mickle blame.
Comedy of Errors, Act iii.  Sc. 1.  SHAKESPEARE.

  In vain we call old notions fudge
    And bend our conscience to our dealing,
  The Ten Commandments will not budge
    And stealing will continue stealing.
Motto of American Copyright League, 1885.

STORM.

    The lowering element
  Scowls o’er the darkened landscape.
Paradise Lost, Bk.  II.  MILTON.

  At first, heard solemn o’er the verge of Heaven,
  The tempest growls; but as it nearer comes,
  And rolls its awful burden on the wind,
  The lightnings flash a larger curve, and more
  The noise astounds; till overhead a sheet
  Of livid flame discloses wide, then shuts,
  And opens wider; shuts and opens still
  Expansive, wrapping ether in a blaze. 
  Follows the loosened aggravated roar,
  Enlarging, deepening, mingling, peal on peal,
  Crushed, horrible, convulsing Heaven and Earth.
The Seasons:  Summer.  J. THOMSON.

  From cloud to cloud the rending lightnings rage,
  Till, in the furious elemental war
  Dissolved, the whole precipitated mass
  Unbroken floods and solid torrents pour.
The Seasons:  Summer.  J. THOMSON.

  Poor naked wretches, wheresoe’er you are,
  That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,
  How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides,
  Your looped and windowed raggedness, defend you
  From seasons such as these?
King Lear, Act iii.  Sc. 4.  SHAKESPEARE.

Blow wind, swell billow, and swim bark! 
The storm is up, and all is on the hazard.
Julius Caesar, Act v.  Sc. 1.  SHAKESPEARE.

I have seen tempests, when the scolding winds
Have rived the knotty oaks, and I have seen
The ambitious ocean swell and rage and foam,
To be exalted with the threat’ning clouds.
Julius Caesar, Act i. Sc. 3.  SHAKESPEARE.

                                  Seas
  Rough with black winds, and storms
  Unwonted.
Book I. Ode V.  HORACE. Trans. of MILTON.

Lightnings, that show the vast and foamy deep,
The rending thunders, as they onward roll,
The loud, loud winds, that o’er the billows sweep—­
Shake the firm nerve, appal the bravest soul!
Mysteries of Udolpho:  The Mariner.  MRS. ANN RADCLIFFE.

  SUCCESS.

  In the lexicon of youth, which fate reserves
  For a bright manhood, there is no such word
  As—­fail. 
Richelieu, Act ii. Sc. 2.  E. BULWER-LYTTON.