University of California Berkeley - Blue and Gold Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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164 UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA Not yet old enough for a man, nor young enough for a boy ; as a squash is befoie ' tis a peas-cod, or a codling when ' tis almost an apple. Twelfth Night. J H A N. He is a man of no estimation in the world. Henry V. F. L. B K. The shadow of a mighty name. Edmund Burke. W. E. C K. The best persuaded of himself, so crammed, as he thinks, with excellences, that it is his ground of faith that all that look on him love him. Twelfth Night. W. B. C E. O, he was gentle, mild, and virtuous. Richard III. (N. B. The 4goin is sarkusm. A. W.) W. W. D R. See what a grace was seated on this brow ! A com- bination and a form, indeed, where every God seems to set his seal. Hamlet. M. H. D T. What is a man If his chief good, and market of his time, Be but to sleep and feed ? Hamlet. G. C. E L. Can any face of brass hold longer out ? Love ' s Labour ' s Lost. W. C. F E. A weak, wishy-washy man, who had hardly any mind of his own. Anthony Trollope. E. F K. I am an ass, I am a woman ' s man, and besides myself. Comedy of Errors. T E G Y. O, how shall the dumb go a-courting? Bloomfield. E. N. H N. The Turks for one so puffy, flabby, Would pay a price by no means shabby. Goethe. J. H. H N.-- U Cheerful, and brave, and bold, and nobly formed is he, A prudent man and wise. Faust. B. A. H E. He had a face like a benediction. Cervantes. A. L. K Y. A calf, fair lady. Love ' s Labour ' s Lost. E. L N. His wits thick as Tewksbury mustard ; there ' s no more conceit in him than is in a mallet ' ' II Henry IV.

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THE BLUE AND GOLD JS. 163 I. G. G N. L. M. H R.- F. E. A N.- H E M E M Y. I. J. M R. I. C. M R.- F E Me E C E L C- B. E. N L. She looks as clear As morning roses newly washed with dew. Taming of the Shrew. - Oh ! why did God create at last This novelty on earth. Milton. And she, sweet lady, dotes, Devoutly dotes, dotes in idolatry, Upon this spotted and inconsistent man. Midsummer Night ' s Dream. ' ' Wast thou some star which from the ruined roof Of shaked Olympus by mischance didst fall ? Or did of late earth ' s sons besiege the wall Of sheeny heaven, and thou some goddess fled Amongst us here below to hide thy nectared head 1 Milton. - Man wants but little here below. Goldsmith. God match me with a good dancer. Much Ado. Is she not passing fair ? Two Gentlemen of Verona. By pride, angels have fallen before thy time by pride, that sole alloy of that most lovely maid. Bulwer. However heartily we may laugh at her pictures of imbecility, we are never tempted to think contempt or disguwt for human nature suggested the satire. John Lindley. Cheek .... Flushing white and softened red ; Mingling tints, as when there glows In snowy milk the bashful rose. Moore. ' ' Sweets to the sweet, farewell. Shakespeare. Thy wit is as quick as the greyhounds mouth it catches. Much Ado. - O, she will sing the savageness out of a bear. Othello. - I ne ' er could any lustre see In eyes that did not look on me. Sheridan. - Yet by your gracious patience I will a round, unvarnished tale deliver Of my whole course of love. Othello. We should only spoil it by trying to explain it. Sheridan. - ' ' She would have ta ' en Achilles by the hair and bent his neck. Keats. -E. fff

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THE BLUE AND GOLD 165 H. F. F. M LL. That fellow seems to me to possess but one idea, and that ' s a wrong one. John Boyle O ' Reilly. J. B. P LL. Ripe in wisdom was he, but patient, and simple, and childlike. Longfellow. A M R F. Shyness was ne ' er thy blame. Faust. E. C. S D. Alas ! how fiery and how sharp he looks. Comedy of Errors. A. D. S R. The Young Men ' s Christian Association will hold a meeting this evening. Oakland Tribune. W. W. B. S s. What follows next ? Behold ! A fat one ! Gcethe. A w T E. He cared not for women-kinde, But did them all disdain. (Except one.) Johnson. E. A. W T. Mingle a little folly with your wisdom. Horace. F. J. W N. ' Tis better to have loved and lost, Than never to have loved at all. Tempest.