And coxcombs vanquish Berkeley by a grin. 431 JOHN BROWN:  An Essay on Satire.

=Cradle.=

Me let the tender office long engage
To rock the cradle of reposing age.
432
POPE:  Prologue to the Satires, Line 408.

=Craftiness.=

That for ways that are dark
And for tricks that are vain,
The heathen Chinee is peculiar.
433
BRET HARTE:  Plain Language from Truthful James.

=Creation.=

Creation sleeps!  ’T is as the general pulse Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause,—­ An awful pause! prophetic of her end. 434 YOUNG:  Night Thoughts, Night i., Line 23.

=Credit.=

Bless paper credit! last and best supply!  That lends corruption lighter wings to fly. 435 POPE:  Moral Essays, Epis. iii., Line 39.

=Creed.=

Shall I ask the brave soldier who fights by my side In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree?  Shall I give up the friend I have valued and tried, If he kneel not before the same altar with me? 436 MOORE:  Come, Send Round the Wine.

=Crime.=

Between the acting of a dreadful thing
And the first motion, all the interim is
Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream.
437
SHAKS.:  Jul.  Caesar, Act ii., Sc. 1.

One murder made a villain,
Millions a hero.  Princes were privileged
To kill, and numbers sanctified the crime.
438
BEILBY PORTEUS:  Death, Line 154.

=Criticism—­Critics.=

I am nothing if not critical.
439
SHAKS.:  Othello, Act ii., Sc. 1.

Critics I saw, that other names deface, And fix their own, with labor, in their place. 440 POPE:  Temple of Fame, Line 37.

=Cromwell.=

Cromwell, our chief of men, who through a cloud,
Not of war only, but detractions rude,
Guided by faith and matchless fortitude,
To peace and truth thy glorious way hast plough’d.
441
MILTON:  Sonnets, To the Lord General Cromwell.

=Cross.=

          The moon of Mahomet
          Arose, and it shall set;
While, blazoned as on heaven’s immortal noon,
          The cross leads generations on.
442
SHELLEY:  Hellas, Line 221.

=Crowd.=

Far from the madding crowd’s ignoble strife
  Their sober wishes never learn’d to stray.
443
GRAY:  Elegy, St. 19.

=Crown.=

Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown, And put a barren sceptre in my gripe. 444 SHAKS.:  Macbeth, Act iii., Sc. 1.

What seem’d his head
The likeness of a kingly crown had on. 
Satan was now at hand.
445
MILTON:  Par.  Lost, Bk. ii., Line 666.

=Cruelty.=

A stony adversary, an inhuman wretch,
Uncapable of pity, void and empty
From any dram of mercy.
446
SHAKS.:  M. of Venice, Act iv., Sc. 1.