No true love there can be without
Its dread penalty—­jealousy.
1000
OWEN MEREDITH:  Lucile, Pt. ii., Canto i., St. 24

Nor jealousy
Was understood, the injur’d lover’s hell.
1001
MILTON:  Par.  Lost, Bk. v., Line 449.

=Jest.=

A jest’s prosperity lies in the ear
Of him that hears it, never in the tongue
Of him that makes it.
1002
SHAKS.:  Love’s L. Lost, Act v., Sc. 2.

Of all the griefs that harass the distrest, Sure the most bitter is a scornful jest. 1003 DR. JOHNSON:  London, Line 166.

=Jewel.=

It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope’s ear.
1004
SHAKS.:  Rom. and Jul., Act i., Sc. 5.

=Joke.=

A college joke to cure the dumps. 1005 SWIFT:  Cassinus and Peter.

=Joy.=

Capacity for joy
Admits temptation.
1006
MRS. BROWNING:  Aurora Leigh, Bk. i., Line 703.

Joy is the mainspring in the whole
Of endless Nature’s calm rotation. 
Joy moves the dazzling wheels that roll
In the great Time-piece of Creation.
1007
SCHILLER:  Hymn to Joy

Joys too exquisite to last,
And yet more exquisite when past.
1008
JAMES MONTGOMERY:  The Little Cloud.

=Judgment.=

A Daniel come to judgment! yea, a Daniel! 1009 SHAKS.:  M. of Venice, Act iv., Sc. 1.

O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason.
1010
SHAKS.:  Jul.  Caesar, Act iii., Sc. 2.

=July.=

Then came hot July, boiling like to fire,
That all his garments he had cast away.
1011
SPENSER:  Faerie Queene, Bk. vii., Canto vii., St. 36.

=June.=

And what is so rare as a day in June? 
Then, if ever, come perfect days;
Then heaven tries the earth if it be in tune,
And over it softly her warm ear lays.
1012
JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL:  Vision of Sir Launfal.

=Juries.=

The jury, passing on the prisoner’s life,
May, in the sworn twelve, have a thief or two
Guiltier than him they try.
1013
SHAKS.:  M. for M., Act ii., Sc. 1.

Do not your juries give their verdict
As if they felt the cause, not heard it? 
And as they please make matter of fact
Run all on one side as they’re packt.
1014
BUTLER:  Hudibras, Pt. ii., Canto ii., Line 365.

=Justice.=

And then, the justice;
In fair round belly, with good capon lin’d,
With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut,
Fall of wise saws and modern instances,
And so he plays his part.
1015
SHAKS.:  As You Like It, Act ii., Sc. 7.

The gods
Grow angry with your patience:  ’t is their care,
And must be yours, that guilty men escape not: 
As crimes do grow, justice should rouse itself.
1016
BEN JONSON:  Catiline, Act iii., Sc. 4.