From the true seed of honor! and how much honor Pick'd from the chaff and ruin of the times,

To be new varnish'd.

Shakespeare: Merchant of Venice.

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

Shakespeare: Richard II.

This, above all,-To thine own self be true;
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.

Shakespeare: Hamlet.

Honor's a sacred tie, the law of kings,
The noble mind's distinguishing perfection,
That aids and strengthens virtue where it meets her,
And imitates her actions, where she is not.

It ought not to be sported with. 1

Addison: Cato.

Better to die ten thousand thousand deaths,
Than wound my honor.

Addison: Cato.

Honor and shame from no condition rise;
Act well your part, there all the honor lies.

Pope: Essay on Man.

True, conscious honor is to feel no sin:
He's arm'd without that's innocent within.

I could not love thee, Dear, so much,
Loved I not honor more.

Pope.

Richard Lovelace.

If honor calls, where'er she points the way
The sons of honor follow, and obey.

Hope; see Despair.

Churchill: Farewell.

Oft expectation fails, and most oft there
Where most it promises; and oft it hits
Where hope is coldest, and despair most fits.

Shakespeare: All's Well That Ends Well.

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

Shakespeare: Richard III.

Yet where an equal poise of hope and fear
Does arbitrate the event, my nature is
That I incline to hope rather than fear.

Yet I argue not

Milton: Comus.

Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot
Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer
Right onward.

Milton: Sonnets.

White as a white sail on a dusky sea,

When half th' horizon's clouded and half free,
Fluttering between the dun wave and the sky,
Is hope's last gleam in man's extremity.

Byron: Island.

None without hope e'er loved the brightest fair,
But love can hope, where reason would despair.

Lyttelton: Epigram.

Who bids me hope! and, in that charming word,
Has peace and transport to my soul restor❜d.
Lyttelton: Progress of Love.

Hope springs eternal in the human breast;
Man never is, but always to be blest.
The soul, uneasy and confined, from home,
Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
Lo, the poor Indian! whose untutored mind
Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind.

Pope: Essay on Man.

But while hope lives

Let not the generous die. "Tis late before

The brave despair.

Thomson: Sophonisba.

-In hope that sends a shining ray

Far down the future's broadening way.

Washington Gladden.

Behind the cloud the starlight lurks,
Through showers the sunbeams fall;
For God, who loveth all his works,
Has left his Hope with all!

Humility; see Modesty.

Whittier: Dream of Summer.

My favored temple is an humble heart.

Lowliness is the base of every virtue:

Bailey: Festus.

And he who goes the lowest, builds the safest.

Bailey: Festus.

Humility, that low, sweet root,

From which all heavenly virtues shoot.

Moore: Loves of the Angels.

He saw a cottage with a double coach-house,
A cottage of gentility!

And the devil did grin, for his darling sin
Is pride that apes humility.

Coleridge and Southey: Devil's Thoughts.

The heart grows richer that its lot is poor,—
God blesses want with larger sympathies,---
Love enters gladliest at the humble door,
And makes the cot a palace with his eyes.
Lowell: Legend of Brittany.

Hypocrisy; see Deceit and Sincerity.

Away and mock the time with fairest show; False face must hide what the false heart doth know.

Shakespeare: Macbeth.

There is no vice so simple, but assumes

Some mark of virtue on his outward parts.

Shakespeare: Merchant of Venice.

Bear a fair presence, though your heart be tainted;
Teach sin the carriage of a holy saint.

Shakespeare: Comedy of Errors.

'Tis too much prov'd, that, with devotion's visage, And pious action, we do sugar o'er

The devil himself.

Shakespeare: Hamlet.

Neither man nor angel can discern
Hypocrisy, the only evil that walks
Invisible, except to God alone,

By His permissive will, through Heaven and Earth;
And oft, though Wisdom wake, Suspicion sleeps
At Wisdom's gate, and to Simplicity

Resigns her charge, while goodness thinks no ill
Where no ill seems.

Milton: Paradise Lost.

Some truth there was, but dash'd and brew'd with lies,

To please the fools, and puzzle all the wise.

Dryden: Absalom and Achitophel.

Thus 'tis with all-their chief and constant care Is to seem everything but what they are.

Goldsmith.

Dare to be true. Nothing can need a lie;
A fault which needs it most, grows two thereby.
Herbert: Temple.

The man of pure and simple heart
Through life disdains a double part;
He never needs the screen of lies
His inward bosom to disguise.

Hypocrisy, detest her as we may,

Gay: Fables.

(And no man's hatred ever wronged her yet,)
May claim this merit still, that she admits
The worth of what she mimics with such care,
And thus gives virtue indirect applause.

Cowper: Task.