HATRED,-continued. Against the hospitable canon, would I Alas, poor York! but that I hate thee deadly, C. i. 10. R. III. iv. 4. I pr'ythee, grieve, to make me merry, York; M.V. i. 3. H. VI. PT. III. i. 4. I'll not be made a soft and dull-ey'd fool, If I can catch him once upon the hip, M.V. iii. 3. M.V. i. 3. A good leg will fall; a strait back will stoop; a black beard will turn white; a curled pate will grow bald; a fair face will wither; a full eye will wax hollow: but a good heart, Kate, is the sun and moon; or, rather, the sun, and not the moon; for it shines bright, and never changes, but keeps his course truly. A light heart lives long. - BREAKING. But his flaw'd heart, (Alack, too weak the conflict to support!) Twixt two extremes of passion, joy and grief, HEIR-LOOM. Of six preceding ancestors, that gem Conferr'd by testament to the sequent issue, It is an honour 'longing to our house, HERNE'S OAK. There is an old tale goes, that Herne, the hunter, H.V. v. 2. L. L. v. 2. K. L. v. 3. A.W.v.3 A. W. iv. 2. HERNE'S OAK,-continued. Walk round about an oak, with great ragg'd horns; HERO, MILITARY, PRETENDed. Such fellows are perfect in great commanders' names: and they will learn you by rote where services are done. H. V. iii. 6. What a beard of the general's cut, and a horrid suit of the camp, will do among foaming bottles, and ale-washed wits, is wonderful to be thought on! HEROISM. Either our history shall, with full mouth, Speak freely of our acts; or else our grave, H. V. iii. 6. Like Turkish mute, shall have a tongueless mouth, By his light, Did all the chivalry of England move To do brave acts: he was, indeed, the glass A true knight; H.V. i. 2. H. IV. PT. II. ii. 3. Not yet mature, yet matchless; firm of word, HESITATION (See also IRRESOLUTION). Now, whether it be Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple T.C. iv. 5. A thought, which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom, HIGHWAYMEN, Gentlemen of the shade, minions of the moon. H. iv. 4. H. IV. PT. I. i. 2. HISTORIAN. HIT. Instructed by the antiquary times, A hit, a very palpable hit. HOLIDAY. To solemnize this day, the glorious sun HOMAGE OF SIMPLICITY. For never any thing can be amiss, 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, 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.— One honest man,-mistake me not,—but one; T. A. iv. 3. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats J. C. iv. 3. HONESTY,-continued. This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues, Ha, ha, what a fool Honesty is! and Trust, M. iv. 3. his sworn 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; Mine honesty and I begin to square. Mine honour is my life; both grow in one; W.T. iv. 3. I have told T. A. iii. 1. hurt. A. W. i. 3. A. C. iii. 11. For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich; Because his painted skin contents the eye? Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, So he, that doth redeem her thence, might wear, But out upon this half-fac'd fellowship! By Jove, I am not covetous of gold, R. II. i. 1. T. S. iv. 3. H. IV. PT. I. i. 3. It yearns me not if men my garments wear; I am the most offending soul alive. 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, The king has cur'd me, W. T. iii. 2. I humbly thank his grace and from these shoulders, A load would sink a navy,-too much honour. He sits 'mongst men, like a descended god H. VIII. iii. 2. Your presence glads our days; honour we love, For men, like butterflies, Which, when they fall, as being slippery standers, Die in the fall. Thou art a fellow of a good respect; Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it. Or a noble sear, is a good livery of honour. 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 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 honour! and how much honour M.V. ii. 9. |