HISTORIAN.

HIT.

Instructed by the antiquary times,
He must, he is, he cannot but be wise.

A hit, a very palpable hit.

HOLIDAY.

To solemnize this day, the glorious sun
Stays in his course, and plays the alchemist;
Turning, with splendour of his precious eye,
The meagre cloddy earth to glittering gold:
The yearly course, that brings this day about,
Shall never see it but a holyday.

HOMAGE OF SIMPLICITY.

For never any thing can be amiss, When simpleness and duty tender it. HOME-BREEDING (See also Travelling).

T.C. ii. 3.

H. v. 5.

K. J. iii. 1.

M. N. v. 1.

Out of your proof we speak: we, poor unfledg'd,
Have never wing'd from view o' the nest; nor know not
What air's from home.

HONESTY.

Cym. iii. 3.

Ay, Sir; to be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.

H. ii. 2.

We need no grave to bury honesty ;

There's not a grain of it the face to sweeten

Of the whole dungy earth.

W. T. ii. 1.

Take note, take note, O world,

To be direct and honest is not safe.

O. iii. 3.

I am myself indifferent honest: but yet I could accuse me of such things, that it were better my mother had not borne me: I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious; with more offences at my beck, than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in: What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves all; believe none of us. H. iii. 1.

Let me behold

Thy face. Surely this man was born of woman.-
Forgive my general and exceptless rashness,
Perpetual sober-gods! I do proclaim

One honest man,-mistake me not,-but one;
No more, I pray,—and he's a steward.

T. A. iv. 3.

There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats
For I am armed so strong in honesty,
That they pass by me, as the idle wind,
Which I respect not.

J. C. iv. 3.

HONESTY,-continued.

This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues,
Was once thought honest.

M. iv. 3.

Ha, ha, what a fool Honesty is! and Trust, his sworn brother, a very simple gentleman!

W.T. iv. 3.

Though I am not naturally honest, I am so sometimes by chance.

Every man has his fault, and honesty is his; him on't, but I could never get him from it. Though honesty be no puritan, yet it will do no

Mine honesty and I begin to square.
HONOUR (See also TITLES, REPUTATION).
The purest treasure mortal times afford,
Is spotless reputation; that away,
Men are but gilded loam or painted clay,
A jewel in a ten-times barr'd up chest,
Is a bold spirit in a loyal breast.

Mine honour is my life; both grow in one;
Take honour from me, and my life is done.

W.T. iv. 3. I have told T. A. iii. 1. hurt.

A. W. i. 3. A. C. iii. 11.

R. II. i. 1.

For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich;
And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,
So honour peereth in the meanest habit.
What, is the jay more precious than the lark,
Because his feathers are more beautiful?
Or is the adder better than the eel,
Because his painted skin contents the eye?
By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap,
To pluck bright honour from the pale-fac'd moon;
Or dive into the bottom of the deep,

Where fathom-line could never touch the ground,
And pluck up drowned honour by the locks;
So he, that doth redeem her thence, might wear,
Without corrival, all her dignities:

But out upon this half-fac'd fellowship!

By Jove, I am not covetous of gold,
Nor care I, who doth feed upon my cost;

T. S. iv. 3.

H. IV. PT. I. i. 3.

It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires;
But, if it be a sin to covet honour,

I am the most offending soul alive.

Life every man holds dear; but the dear man
Holds honour far more precious-dear than life.
For life, I prize it,

H.V. iv. 3.

T. C. v. 3.

As I weigh grief, which I would spare for honour,

HONOUR,-continued.

'Tis a derivative from me to mine,

And only that I stand for.

The king has cur'd me,

W. T. iii. 2.

I humbly thank his grace and from these shoulders,
These ruin'd pillars, out of pity, taken

A load would sink a navy,-too much honour.

He sits 'mongst men, like a descended god
He hath a kind of honour sets him off,
More than a mortal seeming.

H. VIII. iii. 2.

Your presence glads our days; honour we love,
For who hates honour, hates the gods above.

For men, like butterflies,
Show not their mealy wings but to the summer;
And not a man, for being simply man,
Hath any honour; but honour for those honours
That are without him; as place, riches, favour,
Prizes of accident as oft as merit:

Which, when they fall, as being slippery standers,
The love that lean'd on them as slippery too,
Do one pluck down another, and together
Die in the fall.

Thou art a fellow of a good respect;

Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it.
A scar nobly got,

Or a noble sear, is a good livery of honour.
From lowest place when virtuous things proceed,
The place is dignified by the doer's deed:
Where great additions swell, and virtue none,
It is a dropsied honour: good alone
Is good, without a name: vileness is so;
The property by what it is should go,
Not by the title.

For nought I did in hate, but all in honour.

Cym. i. 7.

P.P. ii. 3.

T.C. iii. 3.

J.C. v. 5.

A. W. iv. 5.

A. W. ii. 3.

Were not deriv'd corruptly! and that clear honour
Were purchas'd by the merit of the wearer!

How many then should cover that stand bare!

How many be commanded that command!

How much low peasantry would then be glean'd

0. v. 2.

From the true seed of honoúr! and how much honour
Pick'd from the chaff and ruin of the times,
To be new varnish'd!

M. V. ii. 9.

HONOUR,-continued.

By deed-achieving honour newly nam'd.
If it be honour, in your wars, to seem
The same you are not, (which for your best ends,
You adopt your policy,) how is it less, or worse,
That it shall hold companionship in peace
With honour, as in war; since that to both
It stands in like request?

Who does i' the wars more than his captain can,
Becomes his captain's captain: and ambition,
The soldier's virtue, rather makes choice of loss,
Than gain, which darkens him.

C. ii. 1.

C. iii. 2.

A. C. iii. 1. Meddle you must, that's certain; or forswear to wear iron about you.

New honours come upon him

T. N. iii. 4.

Like our strange garments; cleave not to their mould,
But with the aid of time.

M. i. 3.

You stand upon your honour!-Why, thou unconfinable
baseness, it is as much as I can do to keep the terms of
mine honour precise. I, I, I myself sometimes, leaving the
fear of heaven on the left hand, and hiding mine honour in
my necessity, am fain to shuffle, to hedge, and to lurch;
and yet you, rogue, will ensconce your rags, your cat-a-
mountain looks, your red-lattice phrases, and your bold-
beating oaths under the shelter of your honour? M. W. ii. 2.
I have heard you say,
Honour and policy, like unsever'd friends,

I' the war do grow together: Grant that, and tell me,
In peace, what each of them by the other lose,
That they combine not there.

C. ii. 2.

A. W. ii. 1.

M. i. 4.

Give me life; which, if I can save, so; if not, honour comes unlook'd for, and there's an end. H. IV. PT. I. v. 3. Well, 'tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on; how then? Can honour set to a leg?-No. Or an arm?-No. Or take away the grief of a wound?-No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then?-No. What is honour?-A word. What is that word?-Honour. What is that honour?-Air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it?-He that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it?-No. Doth he hear it? No. Is it insensible then ?-Yea, to the dead. But will it not live

HONOUR,-continued.

with the living?-No. Why?-Detraction will not suffer it:-therefore I'll none of it. Honour is a mere scutcheon, and so ends my catechism. H. IV. PT. I. v. 1. HONOURS, WORLDLY, UNCERTAINTY OF. The painefull warrior famosed for worth,

After a thousand victories once foil'd,
Is from the booke of honour razed quite,
And all the rest forgot for which he toil’d.

HOPE.

The ample proposition that hope makes

In all designs begun on earth below,

Poems.

Fails in the promis'd largeness: checks and disasters
Grow in the veins of actions, highest rear'd;
As knots by the conflux of meeting sap,
Infect the sound pine and divert his grain,
Tortive and errant from his course of growth.

A cause on foot

Lives so in hope, as in an early spring

We see the appearing buds; which, to prove fruit,
Hope gives not so much warrant, as despair,
That frosts will bite them.

T.C. i. 3.

H. IV. PT. II. i. 3.

Like one that stands upon a promontory,
And spies a far-off shore where he would tread,
Wishing his foot were equal with his eye;
And chides the sea that sunders him from thence,
Saying,—he'll lade it dry to have his way.

H. VI. PT. III. iii. 2.

True hope is swift, and flies with swallows' wings,
Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.

The miserable have no other medicine,
But only hope.

Hope is a lover's staff; walk hence with that,
And manage it against despairing thoughts.
There is a credence in thy heart,

An esperance so obstinately strong,

That doth invert the attest of eyes and ears;
As if those organs had deceptious functions,
Created only to calumniate.

It never yet did hurt,

To lay down likelihoods, and forms of hope.

R. III. v. 2.

M. M. iii. 1.

T. G. iii. 1.

T.C. v. 2.

H. IV. PT. II. i. 3.

In that hope, I throw mine eyes to heaven,
Scorning whate'er you can afflict me with. H. VI. 111. i. 4.