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For why, she cries, sit still and weep, Bring down my gray hairs with sorrow to the While others dance and play? grave.
Alas, I scarce can go or creep, Genesis. XLII. 38.
While Rubin is away.
ANNE HUNTER—My Mother Bids Me Bind My Beware of her fair hair, for she excels
And changed the auburn hair to white.
LONGFELLOW-Christus. The Golden Legend. GOETHE-Scenes from Faust. Sc. The Hartz Pt. IV. L. 388. Mountain. L. 335. SHELLEY's trans.
Her cap of velvet could not hold
The tresses of her hair of gold,
And fell in masses down her neck.
LONGFELLOW-Christus. The Golden Legend.
Pt. VI. L. 375. It was brown with a golden gloss, Janette,
14 It was finer than silk of the foss, my pet;
You manufacture, with the aid of unguents, a 'Twas a beautiful mist falling down to your wrist, false head of hair, and your bald and dirty skull 'Twas a thing to be braided, and jewelled, and is covered with dyed locks. There is no need to kissed
have a hairdresser for your head. A sponge, 'Twas the loveliest hair in the world, my pet. Phoebus, would do the business better. CHAs. G. HALPINE (MILES O'REILLY)— MARTIAL-Epigrams. Bk. VI. Ep. 57. Janette's Hair.
You collect your straggling hairs on each side, And yonder sits a maiden,
Marinus, endeavoring to conceal the vast expanse The fairest of the fair,
of your shining bald pate by the locks which still With gold in her garment glittering,
grow on your temples. But the hairs disperse, And she combs her golden hair.
and return to their own place with every gust of HEINE—The Lorelei. St. 3.
wind; flanking your bare poll on either side with
crude tufts. We might imagine we saw Hermeros I pray thee let me and my fellow have
of Cydas standing between Speudophorus and A hair of the dog that bit us last night.
Telesphorus. Why not confess yourself an old JOHN HEYWOOD—Proverbs. Pt. I. Ch. XI. man? Be content to seem what you really are, L. 424.
and let the barber shave off the rest of your hair.
There is nothing more contemptible than a bald But she is vanish'd to her shady home
man who pretends to have hair. Under the deep, inscrutable; and there
MARTIAL-Epigrams. Bk. X. Ep. 83.
The very hairs of your head are all numbered. (See also CORNWALL)
Matthew. X. 30. Cui flavam religas comam
Munditiis capimur: non sine lege capillis. Simplex munditiis?
We are charmed by neatness of person; let For whom do you bind your hair, plain in not thy hair be out of order. your neatness?
OVID-Ars Amatoria. III. 133. HORACE-Carmina. I. 5. 4. MILTON'S trans.
Her head was bare; 9
But for her native ornament of hair; One hair of a woman can draw more than a Which in a simple knot was tied above, hundred pair of oxen.
Sweet negligence, unheeded bait of love! JAMES HOWELL-Familiar Letters. Bk. 2.
OVID- Metamorphoses. Meleager and AtalanSect. 4. To T. D., Esq.
ta. L. 68. DRYDEN's trans. (See also DRYDEN) 10
Fair tresses man's imperial race insnare, The little wind that hardly shook
And beauty draws us with a single hair. The silver of the sleeping brook
POPE-Rape of the Lock. Canto II. L. 27. Blew the gold hair about her eyes,
(See also DRYDEN) A mystery of mysteries. So he must often pause, and stoop,
Hoary whiskers and a forky beard. And all the wanton ringlets loop
POPE-Rape of the Lock. Canto III. L. 37. Behind her dainty ear-emprise Of slow event and many sighs.
Then cease, bright nymph! to mourn thy ravish'd W. D. HOWELLS—Through the Meadow.
Which adds new glory to the shining sphere; My mother bids me bind my hair
Not all the tresses that fair head can boast With hands of rosy hue,
Shall draw such envy as the lock you lost, Tie up my sleeves with ribbands rare,
For after all the murders of your eye, And lace my bodice blue;
When, after millions slain, yourself shall die;
Thy knotted and combined locks to part,
(See also BOCCACCIO)
And his chin new reap'd, Show'd like & stubble-land at harvest-home.
Henry IV. Pt. I. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 34.
8 How ill white hairs become a fool and jester!
Henry IV. Pt. II. Act V. Sc. 5. L. 52. Comb down his hair; look, look! it stands upright.
Henry VI. Pt. II. Act III. Sc. 3. L. 15. Bind up those tresses. O, what love I note In the fair multitude of those her hairs! Where but by chance a silver drop hath fallen, Even to that drop ten thousand wiry friends Do glue themselves in sociable grief, Like true, inseparable, faithful loves, Sticking together in calamity. King John. Act III. Sc. 4. L. 61.
And her sunny locks Hang on her temples like a golden fleece.
Merchant of Venice. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 169.
Come let me pluck that silver hair
Which 'mid thy clustering curls I see; The withering type of time or care
Has nothing, sure, to do with thee.
ALARIC ALEX WATTS—The Grey Hair. Her hair is bound with myrtle leaves,
(Green leaves upon her golden hair!) Green grasses through the yellow sheaves
Of Autumn corn are not more fair.
wears. BYRON—Don Juan. Canto IV. St. 45.
For through the South the custom still commands The gentleman to kiss the lady's hands.
BYRON—Don Juan. Canto V. St. 105.
What a beard hast thougot!thou hast got more hair on thy chin than Dobbin my fill-horse has on his tail.
Merchant of Venice. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 99. Alas, poor chin! many a wart is richer.
Troilus and Cressida. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 154.
Bless the hand that gave the blow.
(See also POMFRET) Una mano lava l'altra, ed ambedue lavano il
volto. One hand washeth another, both the face. JOHN FLORIO–Vocabolario Italiano & Inglese.
His hand will be against every man, and every man's hand against him.
Genesis. XVI. 12. 27
The voice is Jacob's voice, but the hands are the hands of Esau.
Genesis. XXVII. 22.
28 Rubente dextra.
Red right hand.
(See also MILTON)
The message from the hedge-leaves,
Heed it, whoso thou art;
Lives the happy heart.
HAPPINESS Hold him alone truly fortunate who has ended his life in happy well-being.
11 'Twas a jolly old pedagogue, long ago,
Tall and slender, and sallow and dry; His form was bent, and his gait was slow, His long thin hair was white as snow,
But a wonderful twinkle shone in his eye. And he sang every night as he went to bed,
“Let us be happy down here below; The living should live, though the dead be dead,”
Said the jolly old pedagogue long ago. GEORGE ARNOLD— The Jolly Old Pedagogue.
In animi securitate vitam beatam ponimus.
We think a happy life consists in tranquillity of mind. CICERO—De Natura Deorum. I. 20.
Happiness seems made to be shared.
If solid happiness we prize,
And they are fools who roam;
And that dear hut, our home.
Real happiness is cheap enough, yet how dearly we pay for its counterfeit.
HOSEA BALLOU_MS. Sermons.
Happiness, to some elation; Is to others, mere stagnation.
Now the heart is so full that a drop overfills it,
to Pt. I. L. 61.
Fuge magna, licet sub paupere tecto
Avoid greatness; in a cottage there may be more real happiness than kings or their favorites enjoy. HORACE—Epistles. I. 10. 32.
10 Non possidentem multa vocaveris Recte beatum; rectius occupat
Nomen beati, qui Deorum
Muneribus sapienter uti, Duramque callet pauperiem pati, Pejusque leto flagitium timet.
You will not rightly call him a happy man who possesses much; he more rightly earns the name of happy who is skilled in wisely using the gifts of the gods, and in suffering hard poverty, and who fears disgrace as worse than death. HORACE—Carmind. IX. Bk. 4. 9. 45.
Sive ad felices vadam post funera campos,
Nec sine te felix ero, nec tecum miser unquam.
Heaven would not be Heaven were thy soul not with mine, nor would Hell be Hell were our souls together. BAPTISTA MANTUANUS—Eclogue. III. 108.
(See also SCOTT, HENRY V)
Neminem, dum adhuc viveret, beatum dici debere arbitrabatur.
He (Solon) considered that no one ought to be called happy as long as he was alive. VALERIUS MAXIMUS. Bk. VII. 2. Ext. 2.
Same in SOPHOCLES -(Edipus Rex. End.
his funeral pyre, thus obtaining his pardon. (See also OVID, also ÆschyLUS under DEATH)
And feel that I am happier than I know.
Non potest quisquam beate degere, qui se tanMILTON—Paradise Lost. Bk. VIII. L. 282. tum intuetur, qui omnia ad utilitates suas con
vertit; alteri vivas oportet, si vis tibi vivere. No eye to watch and no tongue to wound us,
No man can live happily who regards himAll earth forgot, and all heaven around us.
self alone, who turns everything to his own MOORE-Come o'er the Sea.
advantage. Thou must live for another, if
thou wishest to live for thyself. The foolish man seeks happiness in the distance; SENECA-Epistolæ Ad Lucilium. XLVIII. The wise grows it under his feet. JAMES OPPENHEIM—The Wise.
But, O, how bitter a thing it is to look into
happiness through another man's eyes! Dicique beatus
As You Like It. Act V. Sc. 2. L. 47. Ante obitum nemo supremaque funera debet.
Before he is dead and buried no one ought Would I were with him, wheresome'er he is, to be called happy.
either in heaven or in hell. OVID-Metamorphoses. Bk. III. 136.
Henry V. Act II. Sc. 3. L. 6. (See also MAXIMUS) 5
(See also MANTUANUS) Thus we never live, but we hope to live; and always disposing ourselves to be happy, it is Ye seek for happiness—alas, the day! inevitable that we never become so.
Ye find it not in luxury nor in gold, BLAISE PASCAL—Thoughts. Ch. V. Sec. I.
Nor in the fame, nor in the envied sway
For which, O willing slaves to Custom old, Said Scopas of Thessaly, “But we rich men
Severe taskmistress! ye your hearts have sold. count our felicity and happiness to lie in these
SHELLEY-Revolt of Islam. Canto XI. St. 17. superfluities, and not in those necessary things." PLUTARCH-Morals. Vol. II. of the Love of | Magnificent spectacle of human happiness. Wealth.
SYDNEY SMITH—America. Edinburgh Re(See also HOLMES under PARADOX)
view, July, 1824. Oh happiness! our being's end and aim! Good, Pleasure, Ease, Content! whate'er thy happy; so that if you make them happy now,
Mankind are always happier for having been name; That something still which prompts th' eternal
you make them happy twenty years hence by
the memory of it. sigh, For which we bear to live, or dare to die.
SYDNEY SMITH—Lecture on Benevolent Affec
tions. POPE—Essay on Man. Ep. IV. L. 1. Fix'd to no spot is Happiness sincere;
Be happy, but be happy through piety.
MADAME DE STAËL Corinne. Bk. XX. Ch. 'Tis nowhere to be found, or ev'rywhere;
III. 'Tis never to be bought, but always free. POPEEssay on Man. Ep. IV. L. 15.
Wealth I ask not, hope nor love, (See also WYNNE)
Nor a friend to know me; Heaven to mankind impartial we confess, All I ask, the heavens above, If all are equal in their happiness;
And the road below me.
O thrice, four times happy they! Le bonheur des méchants comme un torrent VERGILÆneid. I. 94. s'écoule.
The happiness of the wicked flows away as For it stirs the blood in an old man's heart; a torrent.
And makes his pulses fly, RACINE—Athalie. II. 7.
To catch the thrill of a happy voice,
And the light of a pleasant eye. Happiness lies in the consciousness we have N. P. WILLIS—Saturday Afternoon. St. 1. of it, and by no means in the way the future keeps its promises.
True happiness is to no spot confined. GEORGE SAND-Handsome Lawrence. Ch. If
you preserve a firm and constant mind, III.
'Tis here, 'tis everywhere.
JOHN HUDDLESTONE WYNNE-History of IreDes Menschen Wille, das ist sein Glück.
land. (See also POPE) The will of a man is his happiness. SCHILLER—Wallenstein's Lager. VII. 25. We're charm'd with distant views of happiness,
But near approaches make the prospect less. O mother, mother, what is bliss?
Thos. YALDEN—Against Enjoyment. L. 23. O mother, what is bale? Without my William what were heaven,
True happiness ne'er entered at an eye; Or with him what were hell?
True happiness resides in things unseen. SCOTT. Trans. of a ballad of BURGER'S.
YOUNG-Night Thoughts. Night VIII. L. (See also MANTUANUS)