Deep vers’d in books, and shallow in himself. 207 MILTON:  Par.  Regained, Bk. iv., Line 327.

Some books are lies frae end to end. 208 BURNS:  Death and Dr. Hornbook.

=Bores.=

Society is now one polish’d horde, Formed of two mighty tribes, the Bores and Bored. 209 BYRON:  Don Juan, Canto xiii., St. 95.

Again I hear that creaking step!—­
  He’s rapping at the door!—­
Too well I know the boding sound
  That ushers in a bore.
210
J.G.  SAXE:  My Familiar.

=Borrowing.=

Neither a borrower nor a lender be,
For loan oft loses both itself and friend;
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. 
This above all,—­to thine own self be true;
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
211
SHAKS.:  Hamlet, Act i., Sc. 3.

=Boston.=

Solid men of Boston, banish long potations!  Solid men of Boston, make no long orations! 212 CHARLES MORRIS:  American Song.  From Lyra Urbanica.

=Bough.=

Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight, And burned is Apollo’s laurel bough, That sometime grew within this learned man. 213 MARLOWE:  Faustus.

=Bounds.=

There’s nothing situate under Heaven’s eye, But hath, his bound, in earth, in sea, in sky. 214 SHAKS.:  Com. of Errors, Act ii., Sc. 1

=Bounty.=

For his bounty,
There was no winter in ’t; an autumn ’t was,
That grew the more by reaping.
215
SHAKS.:  Ant. and Cleo., Act v., Sc. 2

Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere,
   Heaven did a recompense as largely send;
He gave to mis’ry (all he had) a tear,
  He gain’d from Heav’n (’t was all he wish’d) a friend.
216
GRAY:  Elegy, The Epitaph.

=Bourn.=

The undiscover’d country from whose bourn
No traveller returns.
217
SHAKS.:  Hamlet, Act iii., Sc. 1.

=Bower.=

I’d be a butterfly born in a bower,
  Where roses and lilies and violets meet.
218
THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY:  I’d be a Butterfly.

=Bowl.=

There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl, The feast of reason and the flow of soul. 219 POPE:  Satire i., Line 6.

=Boyhood.=

The whining schoolboy, with his satchel,
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school.
220
SHAKS.:  As You Like It, Act ii., Sc. 7.

   The smiles, the tears,
   Of boyhood’s years,
The words of love then spoken.
221
MOORE:  Oft in the Stilly Night.

=Braes.=

We twa hae run about the braes,
  And pu’d the gowans fine.
222
BURNS:  Auld Lang Syne.

=Braggart.=

I know them, yea,
And what they weigh, even to the utmost scruple: 
Scrambling, outfacing, fashion-monging boys,
That lie, and cog, and flout, deprave, and slander,
Go anticly, and show outward hideousness,
And speak off half a dozen dangerous words,
How they might hurt their enemies if they durst;
And this is all.
223
SHAKS.:  Much Ado, Act v., Sc. 1.