Some for renown, on scraps of learning dote, And think they grow immortal as they quote. 1070 YOUNG:  Love of Fame, Satire i., Line 89.

=Lending.=

Loan oft loses both itself and friend. 1071 SHAKS.:  Hamlet, Act i., Sc. 3.

If thou wilt lend this money, lend it not
As to thy friends; (for when did friendship take
A breed of barren metal of his friend?)
But lend it rather to thine enemy;
Who, if he break, thou mayst with better face
Exact the penalties.
1072
SHAKS.:  M. of Venice, Act i., Sc. 3.

=Letters.=

My letters! all dead paper, mute and white!  And yet they seem alive, and quivering Against my tremulous hands which loose the string And let them drop down on my knee to-night. 1073 MRS. BROWNING:  Sonnets fr.  Portuguese, Sonnet xxviii.

Kind messages, that pass from land to land; Kind letters, that betray the heart’s deep history, In which we feel the pressure of a hand,—­ One touch of fire,—­and all the rest is mystery! 1074 LONGFELLOW:  Dedication to Seaside and Fireside, St. 5.

You have the letters Cadmus gave,—­
Think ye he meant them for a slave?.
1075
BYRON:  Don Juan, Canto iii., St. 86. 10.

=Liberty.=

I must have liberty
Withal, as large a charter as the wind,
To blow on whom I please.
1076
SHAKS.:  As You Like It, Act ii., Sc. 7.

In liberty’s defence, my noble task, Of which all Europe rings from side to side; This thought might lead me through the world’s vain mask, Content, though blind—­had I no better guide. 1077 MILTON:  Sonnet xxii., To Cyriack Skinner.

When liberty is gone,
Life grows insipid and has lost its relish.
1078
ADDISON:  Cato, Act ii., Sc. 3.

Liberty, like day,
Breaks on the soul, and by a flash from Heaven
Fires all the faculties with glorious joy.
1079
COWPER:  Task, Bk. v., Line 882.

Liberty ’s in every blow! 
  Let us do or die.
1080
BURNS:  Bannockburn.

The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty. 1081 MILTON:  L’Allegro, Line 36.

=Lies.=

You told a lie; an odious, damned lie: 
Upon my soul, a lie; a wicked lie.
1082
SHAKS.:  Othello, Act v., Sc. 2.

Dare to be true.  Nothing can need a lie; A fault which needs it most, grows two thereby. 1083 HERBERT:  Temple, Church Porch, St. 13.

=Life.=

Life’s but a walking shadow; a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more:  it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
1084
SHAKS.:  Macbeth, Act v., Sc. 5.

Nor love thy life, nor hate; but what thou livest, Live well; how long or short, permit to Heav’n. 1085 MILTON:  Par.  Lost, Bk. xi., Line 553.