=Ale.=

Then to the spicy nut-brown ale. 68 MILTON:  L’Allegro, Line 100.

A Rechabite poor Will must live,
And drink of Adam’s ale.
69
PRIOR:  The Wandering Pilgrim.

=Alexandrine.=

A needless Alexandrine ends the song, That, like a wounded snake, drags its slow length along. 70 POPE:  E. on Criticism, Pt. ii., Line 156.

=Alone.=

Alone, alone,—­all, all alone;
Alone on a wide, wide sea.
71
COLERIDGE:  The Ancient Mariner, Pt. iv.

=Amazement.=

But look!  Amazement on thy mother sits;
O step between her and her fighting soul: 
Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works.
72
SHAKS.:  Hamlet, Act iii., Sc. 4.

=Amber.=

Pretty! in amber to observe the forms
Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms! 
The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare,
But wonder how the devil they got there.
73
POPE:  Epis. to Arbuthnot, Line 169.

=Ambition.=

Fling away ambition;
By that sin fell the angels:  how can man then,
The image of his Maker, hope to win by it?
74
SHAKS.:  Henry VIII., Act iii, Sc. 2.

I have no spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o’erleaps itself,
And falls on the other.
75
SHAKS.:  Macbeth, Act i, Sc. 7.

Ambition has but one reward for all: 
A little power, a little transient fame,
A grave to rest in, and a fading name.
76
WILLIAM WINTER:  Queen’s Domain.

To reign is worth ambition, though in hell:  Better to reign in hell, than serve in heaven. 77 MILTON:  Par.  Lost, Bk. i., Line 262.

Such joy ambition finds.
78
MILTON:  Par.  Lost, Bk. iv., Line 92.

=America.=

America! half brother of the world! 
With something good and bad of every land;
Greater than thee have lost their seat—­
Greater scarce none can stand.
79
BAILEY:  Festus, Sc. The Surface.

=Anarchy.=

Where eldest Night
And Chaos, ancestors of Nature, hold
Eternal anarchy amidst the noise
Of endless wars, and by confusion stand.
80
MILTON:  Par.  Lost, Bk. ii., Line 894.

=Ancestry.=

The sap which at the root is bred
In trees, through all the boughs is spread;
But virtues which in parents shine
Make not like progress through the line.
81
WALLER:  To Zelinda.

What can ennoble sots, or slaves, or cowards?  Alas! not all the blood of all the Howards. 82 POPE:  Essay on Man, Epis. iv., Line 215.

=Angels.=

Fools rush in where angels fear to tread. 83 POPE:  E. on Criticism, Pt. iii., Line 66.

The angels come and go, the messengers of God. 84 R.H.  STODDARD:  Hymn to the Beautiful.