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 PERCEPTION PERFUME

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = You write with ease, to show your breeding, But easy writing's curst hard reading. R. B. Sheridan—Clio's Protest. See Moore's Life of Sheridan. Vol. I. P. 55. The feather, whence the pen Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men, Dropped from an Angel's wing. Wordsworth—Ecclesiastical Sonnets. Pt. III. V. Walton's Book of Lives. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Berry) PEOPLE (See Public, The) PERCEPTION | seealso = (See also {{sc|Mind, Sight}}) | topic = | page = 593 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = As men of inward light are wont To turn their optics in upon't. Butler—Hudibras. Pt. III. Canto I. L. 481. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 593 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = He gives us the very quintessence of perception. Lowelij—My Study Window. Coleridge. PERFECTION Trifles make perfection, and perfection is no trifle. Michael Angelo. See C. C. Colton—Lacon. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 593 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = What's come to perfection perishes, Things learned on earth we shall practise in heaven; Works done least rapidly Art most cherishes. Robert Browning—Old Pictures in Florence. St. 17. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 593 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = 5 | text = The very pink of perfection. | author = Goldsmith | work = She Stoops to Conquer. Act I. Sc. 1. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 593 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be. | author = Pope | work = Essay on Criticism. Pt. II. L. 53., Whose dear perfection hearts that scorn'd to serve Humbly call'd mistress. All's Well That Ends Well. Act V. Sc. 3. L. 16. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 593 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = How many things by season season'd are To their right praise and true perfection! Merchant of Venice. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 107. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 593 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = It is the witness still of excellency To put a strange face on his own perfection. Much Ado About Nothing. Act II. Sc. 3. L. 48. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 593 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = A man cannot have an idea of perfection in another, which he was never sensible of in himself. Steele—The Tatler. No. 227. In this broad earth of ours, Amid the measureless grossness and the slag, Enclosed and safe within its central heart, Nestles the seed perfection. Walt Whitman—Song of the Universal. PERFUME In virtue, nothing earthly could surpass her, Save thine "incomparable oil," Macassar! | author = Byron | work = Don Juan. Canto I. St. 17. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 593 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = And the ripe harvest of the new-mown hay Gives it a sweet and wholesome odour. Colley Cibber—Richard III. {Altered.) Act V. Sc. 3. L. 44. | author =  | work =  | place =  | note =  | topic =  | page = 593 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = I cannot talk with civet in the room, A fine puss gentleman that's all perfume. | author = Cowper | work = Conversation. L. 283. Soft carpet-knights all scenting musk and amber. Du Bartas—Divine Weekes and Workes. Third Day. Pt. I. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 593 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = And ever since then, when the clock strikes two, She walks unbidden from room to room, And the air is filled that she passes through With a subtle, sad perfume. The delicate odor of mignonette, The ghost of a dead and gone bouquet, Is all that tells of her story—yet Could she think of a sweeter way? Bret Harte—Newport Legend. Quoted by Augustus Thomas in The Witching Hour. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Meredith}} under {{sc|Jasmine}}) | topic = | page = 593 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Look not for musk in a dog's kennel. | author = Herbert | work = Jacula Prudentum. A stream of rich distill'd perfumes. | author = Milton | work = Comus. 556. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 593 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Sabean odours from the spicy shore Of Arabie the blest. i | author = Milton | work = Paradise Lost. | place = Bk. IV. L. 162. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 593 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = An amber scent of odorous perfume Her harbinger. | author = Milton | work = Samson Agonistes. L. 720. And all your courtly civet cats can vent Perfume to you, to me is excrement. | author = Pope | work = Epilogue to the Satires. Dialogue II. L. 188. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 593 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = And all Arabia breathes from yonder box. | author = Pope | work = The Rape of the Lock. Canto I. L. 134. So perfumed that The winds were love-sick. Antony and Cleopatra. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 198. From the barge A strange invisible perfume hits the sense Of the adjacent wharfs. Antony and Cleopatra. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 216. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 593 }}