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Honour's a mistress all mankind pursue;
Those lose who seek her, and those gain who
Naked she flies to merit in distress,
And leaves to courts the garnish of her dress.
The million'd merchant seeks her in his gold;
Human life hath not a surer friend, nor many 'Tis the times a greater enemy, than hope. miserable man's god, which, in the hardest gripe of calamity, never fails to yield him beams of comfort. "Tis the presumptuous man's devil, which leads him awhile in a smooth way, and then makes him break his neck on the sudden. Hope is to man as a bladder to
HOPE-Proper Use of.
Used with due abstinence, hope acts as a healthful tonic; intemperately indulged, as an enervating opiate. The visions of future triumph, which at first animate exertion, if dwelt upon too intently, will usurp the place of the stern reality; and noble objects will be contemplated, not for their own inherent worth, but on account of the day-dreams they engender. Thus hope, aided by imagination, makes one man a hero, another a somnambulist, and a third a lunatic; while it renders them all enthusiasts. Sir J. Stephen.
HOSPITALITY-of the Yeomanry.
Some hold, when Hospitality died in England, she gave her last groan among the yeomen of Kent. And still, at our yeomen's tables, you shall have as many joints as dishes. No meat disguised with strange sauces; no straggling joynt of a sheep in the midst of a pasture of grasse, beset with salads on every side; but more solid, substantial food: no servitors (more nimble with their hands than the guests with their teeth) take away meat before stomachs are taken away. Here you have that which in itself is good, made better by the store of it, and best by the welcome to Fuller.
Hours are golden links; - God's token reaching Heaven. Dickens.
Then came the Hours, fair daughters of high
And timely Night; the which were all endued
By mighty Jove, who did them porters make of heaven's gate (wheuce all the gods issued), Which they did daily watch, and nightly wake By even turns, nor ever did their charge forsake. Spenser.
HOUSE-in Chancery (loquitur).
Rats run through my drains, and breed in glory in my sinks, and mice by hundreds have taken possession of my cupboards; the wind which sweeps through the crevices of my shutters plays deadly Eolian tunes on the cobwebs which hang in festoons; but the spiders which spin them do not grow fat, for I am by far too lonely for a decent fly to buzz in. My kitchens are uninhabited, save by houseless cats and long dark London-bred newts, which have lost their colour and their spirits long ago. Friswell.
HOUSE-Furniture of a.
A house is never perfectly furnished for enjoyment, unless there is a child in it rising three years old, and a kitten rising six weeks. Sou hey.
No human figure stirs, to go or come;
No face looks forth from shut or open
No chimney smokes; there is no sign of home From parapet to basement. Hood.
HOUSE-Owner an Ornament to the.
My precept to all who build is, that the owner should be an ornament to the house, Cicero.
and not the house to the owner. HOUSE-and surrounding Scenery.
It was a picturesque old house, in a fine park, richly wooded. Among the trees, and not far from the residence, he pointed out the spire of the little church of which he had spoken. The solemn woods over which the light and shadow travelled swiftly, as if heavenly wings were sweeping on benignant errands through the summer air; the smooth green slopes; the glittering water; the garden where the flowers were so symmetrically arranged in clusters of the richest colours, how beautiful they looked! The house, with gable, and chimney, and tower, and turret, and dark doorway, and broad terrace-walk, twining among the balustrades of which, and lying heaped upon the vases, there was one great flush of roses, seeming scarcely real in its light solidity, and in the serene and peaceful hush that rested all around it. Dickens.
Of antique form;-this large for spinuing wool,
That small for flax; and if one wheel had rest, It was because the other was at work.
HOUSEWIFERY-the Study of Woman.
Human nature is not so much depraved as to hinder us from respecting goodness in others, though we ourselves want it. This is the reason why we are so much charmed with the pretty prattle of children, and even the expressions of pleasure or uneasiness in some part of the brute creation. They are without artifice or malice; and we love truth too well to resist the charms of sincerity. Steele. HUMAN NATURE-Corruption of.
If we did not take great pains, and were not at great expense to corrupt our nature, our nature would never corrupt us.