HOSPITALITY. HOURS. HOUSE. 359 HOSPITALITY. My master is of churlish disposition, And little recks to find the way to heaven, Shakspere. Behold! his breakfasts shine with reputation; View them near Dr. Wolcot. At home, where all their worth and pride is plac'd; And there their hospitable fires burn clear.--Halleck. HOURS. 'Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours, HOUSE. Fix not thy wishes on this house of clay, But seek a mansion in eternal day. From the Persian of Ferdusi. The red rose and the white are in his face, The fatal colours of our striving houses.-Shakspere. Summers three times eight, save one, After so short time of breath, To house with darkness and with death. Milton. Wit in northern climates will not blow, Pope. 360 HUMANITY. HUMBLE. HUMANITY-INHUMANITY. A STONY adversary, an inhuman wretch, A saint had cried out, Even with the crown of glory in his eyes, At such inhuman artifice of pain As was forc'd on him. Humanity is policy in war, And cruelty's a prodigal, that heaps A suicidal burthen on itself. Shakspere. Byron. Dawes. Oh, fall'n humanity! where'er is found Thy prostrate shrine, the place is hallowed ground; W. J. Brock. HUMBLE. MIGHTY proud to humble weak does yield.-Spenser. He should be humble who would please. Prior. The example of the heavenly lark, Thy fellow poet, Cowley, mark! Above the skies let thy proud music sound, Thy humble nest build on the ground. Cowley. Many a flower by man unseen Gladdens lone recesses; Many a nameless brook makes green Haunts its beauty blesses; Many a scattered seed on earth Such the humble christian's worth, B. Barton. HUMILITY. HUMILITY. WOULD I had trod the humble path; the shrub 361 Sir W. Davenant. In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man, Humility, that low sweet root, From which all heavenly virtues shoot. The bird that soars on highest wing, Shakspere. Moore. J. Montgomery. So she, low-toned; while with shut eyes I lay In sweet humility; had fail'd in all; The loaded bee the lowest flies; Doth bow the most its modest head: Tennyson. And shuns the fame that fools adore,- Colton. 362 HUMOUR. HUNGER. HUNTING. HUMOUR. Ir is the curse of kings to be attended By slaves, who take their humours for a warrant To break into the blood-house of life. Shakspere. In all thy humours, whether grave or mellow, Examine how your humour is inclined, Roscommon. HUNGER. THEN but forbear your food a little, 'Tis not now who's stout and bold; But who bears hunger best, and cold; And he's approv'd the most deserving, Who longest can hold out at starving. Shakspere. Butler. HUNTING. THE hunt is up, the morn is bright and grey, Down from a hill the beast that reigns in woods, Bold Nimrod first the savage chase began, Milton. Pope. HUSBAND. HYPOCRISY. 363 HUSBAND. Look here upon this picture, and on this: This is your husband.-Look you now what follows; Marry! no, faith; husbands are like lots in Shakspere. As it has got its branch above the waves, HYPOCRISY. HYPOCRISY, the only evil that walks By His permissive will, through heav'n and earth, Resigns her charge, while goodness thinks no ill, Why didst thou choose the cursed sin Hypocrisy to set up in? Because it is the thriving'st calling, Milton. Butler. |