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And thus of all my harvest-hope I have
Nought reaped but a weedye crop of care.
SPENSERThe Shepherd's Calendar. Decem-

ber. L. 121.


Campanula Rotundifolia
I love the fair lilies and roses so gay,

They are rich in their pride and their splendor; But still more do I love to wander away

To the meadow so sweet,

Where down at my feet,
The harebell blooms modest and tender.

DORA READ GOODALE– Queen Harebell.


Think, oh, grateful think! How good the God of Harvest is to you; Who pours abundance o'er your flowing fields, While those unhappy partners of your kind Wide-hover round you, like the fowls of heaven, And ask their humble dole.

THOMSON—Autumn. L. 169.


Fancy with prophetic glance
Sees the teeming months advance;
The field, the forest, green and gay;
The dappled slope, the tedded hay;
Sees the reddening orchard blow,
The Harvest wave, the vintage flow.

WARTON-Ode. The First of April. L. 97.

With drooping bells of clearest blue
Thou didst attract my childish view,

Almost resembling
The azure butterflies that flew
Where on the heath thy blossoms grew

So lightly trembling.
BISHOP HEBER—The Harebell.

Simplest of blossoms! To mine eye
Thou bring'st the summer's painted sky;
The May-thorn greening in the nook;
The minnows sporting in the brook;
The bleat of flocks; the breath of flowers;
The song of birds amid the bowers;
The crystal of the azure seas;
The music of the southern breeze;
And, over all, the blessed sun,
Telling of halcyon days begun.

MOIR—The Harebeil.

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High in the clefts of the rock 'mid the cedars
Hangeth the harebell the waterfall nigh;
Blue are its petals, deep-blue tinged with purple,
Mystical tintings that mirror the sky.

L. D. PYCHOWSKA-Harebells.


The more haste, ever the worst speed.

CHURCHILLThe Ghost. Bk. IV. L. 1,162.


I'll be with you in the squeezing of a lemon. GOLDSMITH-She Stoops to Conquer. Act I.

Sc. 2


HARVEST (See also AGRICULTURE) For now, the corn house filled, the harvest home, Th' invited neighbors to the husking come; A frolic scene, where work and mirth and play Unite their charms to cheer the hours away.

JOEL BARLOWThe Hasty Pudding. 6

He that observeth the wind shall not sow; and he that regardeth the clouds shall not reap.

Ecclesiastes. XI. 4. 7

In the morning sow thy seed, and in the evening withhold not thine hand.

Ecclesiastes. XI. 6. 8

Whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.

Galatians. VI. 7.

Sat cito, si sat bene.

Quick enough, if good enough.
ST. JEROME-Epistle. LXVI. Par. 9. (Val-

ler's ed.) Quoted from Cato. Phrase used
by LORD ELDON. In Twiss's Life of Lord

C. Eldon. Vol. I. P. 46. 21 Haste is of the Devil.

The Koran.

22 Le trop de promptitude à l'erreur nous expose. Too great haste leads us to error.

MOLIÈRE-Sganarelle. I. 12.


The harvest truly is plenteous, but the labourers are few.

Matthew. IX. 37.

10 Who eat their corn while yet 'tis green, At the true harvest can but glean.

SAADI—Gulistan. (Garden of Roses.)

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To glean the broken ears after the man
That the main harvest reaps.

As You Like It. Act III. Sc. 5. L. 102.



Celerity is never more admired
Than by the negligent.

Antony and Cleopatra. Act III. Sc. 7. L. 25.


Nay, but make haste; the better foot before.

King John. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 170.



Stand not upon the order of your going, But go at once.

Macbeth. Act III. Sc. 4. L. 119.


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Quem metuont oderunt, quem quisque odit periisse expetit.

Whom men fear they hate, and whom they hate, they wish dead. QUINTUS ENNIUSThyestes. (Atreus log.)

High above hate I dwell, O storms! farewell.

Wir haben lang genug geliebt,

Und wollen endlich hassen.
We've practiced loving long enough,

Let's come at last to hate.
GEORG HERWEGH-Lied vom Hasse. Trans.

by THACKERAY in Foreign Quarterly Review, April, 1843.

(See also LISSAUER) 18 Then let him know that hatred without end Or intermission is between us two. HOMER-Iliad. Bk. XV. L. 270. BRYANT'S

trans. 19 "He was a very good hater." SAMUEL JOHNSONMrs. Piozzi's Anecdotes of

Johnson. P. 38. 20 I like a good hater. SAMUEL JOHNSON—Mrs. Piozzi's Anecdotes of

Johnson. P. 89. 21 But I do hate him as I hate the devil. BEN JONSONEvery Man Out of his Humour.

Act I, Sc. 1.

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Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure; Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.

BYRONDon Juan. Canto XII. St. 6.

10 These two hated with a hate Found only on the stage.

BYRON-Don Juan. Canto IV. St. 93.

Wir haben nur einen einzigen Hass,
Wir lieben vereint, wir hassen vereint,
Wir haben nur einen einzigen Feind.

We have but one, and only hate,
We love as one, we hate as one,
We have one foe and one alone.
ERNST LISSAUER-Hassgesang gegen England.

Nation, March 11, 1915.




I pray that every passing hour

Your hearts may bruise and beat, I pray that every step you take May bruise and burn your feet. EMILE CAMMAERTS— Væux du Nouvel An,

1915, A L'Armée Allemand. Trans. by LORD CURZON. England's. Response. In Observer, Jan. 10, 17, 1915.

(See also LISSAUER)


Odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requiris. Nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.

I hate and I love. Perchance you ask why I do that. I know not, but I feel that I do and I am tortured. CATULLUSCarmina. LXXXV. 1.

13 Qui vit has de tous ne saurait longtemps vivre.

He who is hated by all can not expect to live long. CORNEILLE—Cinna. I. 2. 14

There are glances of hatred that stab and raise no cry of murder.

GEORGE ELIOT-Felix Holt. Introduction.

There's no hate lost between us.
Thos. MIDDLETON—The Witch. Act IV. Sc.

3. 24

For never can true reconcilement grow, Where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so

deep. MILTON-Paradise Lost. Bk. IV. L. 98.

25 Hatreds are the cinders of affection. SIR WALTER RALEIGH-Letter to SIR ROBERT

CECIL. May 10, 1593. 26

Der grösste Hass ist, wie die grösste Tugend und die schlimmsten Hunde, still.

The greatest hatred, like the greatest virtue and the worst dogs, is silent. JEAN PAUL RICHTER---Hesperus. XII.

Quos læserunt et oderunt.

Whom they have injured they also hate.
SENECA-De Ira. Bk. II. Ch. 33.

(See also TACITUS)


In time we hate that which we often fear.

Antony and Cleopatra. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 12.

The hat is the ultimatum moriens of respectability. HOLMESThe Autocrat of the Breakfast Table.





Yet 'tis greater skill In a true hate, to pray they have their will.

Cymbeline. Act II Sc. 5 L. 33. How like a fawning publican he looks! I hate him for he is a Christian, But more for that in low simplicity He lends out money gratis and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice.

Merchant of Venice. Act I, Sc. 3. L. 42.

The Quaker loves an ample brim,
A hat that bows to no Salaam;
And dear the beaver is to him
As if it never made a dam.

Hood-AU Round my Hat. 17 A sermon on a hat:““The hat, my boy, the hat, whatever it may be, is in itself nothing-makes nothing, goes for nothing; but, be sure of it, everything in life depends upon the cock of the hat. For how many men--we put it to your own experience, reader-have made their way through the thronging crowds that beset fortune, not by the innate worth and excellence of their hats, but simply, as Sampson Piebald has it, by 'the cock of their hats'? The cock's all." Douglas JERROLD---The Romance of a Key

hole. Ch. III

Though I do hate him as I do hell-pains.

Othello. Act I, Sc. 1. L. 155.


Id agas tuo te merito ne quis oderit.

Take care that no one hates you justly.

Proprium humani ingenii, est odisse quem læseris.

It is human nature to hate those whom we have injured. TACITUS—Agricola. XLII. 4.

(See also SENECA)


He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat; it ever changes with the next block. Much Ado About Nothing. Act·I. Sc. 1. L.




Accerima proximorum odia.

The hatred of relatives is the most violent. TACITUS—Annales. IV. 70.

Procul O procul este profani.

Hence, far hence, ye vulgar herd!
VERGIL-Æneid. VI. 258.

I never saw so many shocking bad hats in my life. Attributed to DUKE OF WELLINGTON, upon

seeing the first Reformed Parliament. Sir WILLIAM FRASER, in Words on Wellington (1889), P. 12, claims it for the Duke. ČAPTAIN GRONOW, in his Recollections, accredits it to the Duke of York, second son of George III., about 1817.


HATTERS "Sye,” he seyd, 'be the same hatte I can knowe yf my wyfe be badde To me by eny other man; If my floures ouver fade or falle, Then doth my wyfe me wrong wyth alle As many a woman can." ADAM of Cobsham-The Wright's Chaste Wife.

L. 265.

HAWK I am but mad north-north-west: when the wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a handsaw. Hamlet. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 395. (“Hand

saw” is given by MALONE, COLLIER, DYCE,
CLARK and WRIGHT. Others give “hern-
shaw." The corruption was proverbial in

Shakespeare's time.)
When I bestride him I soar, I am a hawk.

Henry V. Act III. Sc. 7. L. 14.




No marvel, an it like your majesty,
My lord protector's hawks do tower so well;
They know their master loves to be aloft
And bears his thoughts above his falcon's pitch.

Henry VI. Pt. II. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 9.

So Britain's monarch once uncovered sat,
While Bradshaw bullied in a broad-brimmed hat.


One should not talk of hatters in the house of the hanged.


12 A hat not much the worse for wear.

COWPERHistory of John Gilpin.

13 My new straw hat that's trimly lin’d with green, Let Peggy wear.

Gay-Shepherd's Week. Friday. L. 125.
I know it is a sin
For me to sit and grin

At him here;
But the old three-cornered hat
And the breeches and all that

Are so queer.
HOLMESThe Last Leaf.

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She rears her young on yonder tree;
She leaves her faithful mate to mind 'em;
Like us, for fish she sails to sea,
And, plunging, shows us where to find 'em.
Yo, ho, my hearts! let's seek the deep,
Ply every oar, and cheerly wish her,
While slow the bending net we sweep,
God bless the fish-hawk and the fisher.

ALEXANDER WILSONThe Fisherman's Hymn.

Homines ad deos nulla re propius accedunt quam salutem hominibus dando.

In nothing do men more nearly approach the gods than in giving health to men. CICEROPro Ligario. XII.


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The hawthorn I will pu'wi' its lock o' siller gray, Where, like an aged man, it stands at break o'

day. BURNS-O Luve Will Venture In.

Of all the garden herbes none is of greater vertue than sage. THOMAS COGAN-Heaven of Health. (1596)

Quoting from Schola Salerni. P. 32. Cur moriatur homo, cui salvia crescit in horto?

Why should (need) a man die who has sage in his garden? Regimen Sanitatis Salernitanum. L. 177.

Original and trans. pub. by SIR ALEX.

CROPE. (1830)
Nor love, nor honour, wealth nor pow'r,
Can give the heart a cheerful hour
When health is lost. Be timely wise;
With health all taste of pleasure flies.

Gay-Fables. Pt. I. Fable 31.



army shade,


Yet, all beneath the unrivall’d rose,
The lowly daisy sweetly blows;
Tho' large the forest's monarch throws

Yet green the juicy hawthorn grows,

Adown the glade.
BURNS-Vision. Duan II. St. 21.

Yet walk with me where hawthorns hide

The wonders of the lane.
EBENEZER ELLIOTTThe Wonders of the Lane.

L. 3.

Health that snuffs the morning air.

JAMES GRAINGER—Solitude. An Ode. L. 35.

20 A cool mouth, and warm feet, live long.

HERBERT-Jacula Prudentum.




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He that goes to bed thirsty rises healthy.

HERBERT-Jacula Prudentum. There are three wicks you know to the lamp of a man's life: brain, blood, and breath. Press the brain a little, its light goes out, followed by both the others. Stop the heart a minute, and out go all three of the wicks. Choke the air out of the lungs, and presently the fluid ceases to supply the other centres of flame, and all is soon stagnation, cold, and darkness.

HOLMESProfessor at the Breakfast Table. XI. Orandum est ut sit mens sana in corpore sano.

Our prayers should be for a sound mind in a healthy body. JUVENALS-Satires. X. 356.

Preserving the health by too strict a regimen is a wearisome malady.




Then sing by turns, by turns the Muses sing;

Now hawthorns blossom.
POPE-Spring. L. 41.


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They never would hear,

But turn the deaf ear, As a matter they had no concern in.

SWIFT-Dingley and Brent.



He that has ears to hear, let him stuff them with cotton. THACKERAY-Virginians. Ch. XXXII.

(See also MARK)



Strike, but hear me.
THEMISTOCLESRollin's Ancient History. Bk.

VI. Ch. II. Sec. VIII.

Gold that buys health can never be ill spent,
Nor hours laid out in harmless merriment.
JOHN WEBSTER-Westward Ho. Act V. Sc.
3. L. 345.

He ne'er presumed to make an error clearer;-
In short, there never was a better hearer.

BYRON—Don Juan. Canto XIV. St. 37

7 One eare it heard, at the other out it went. CHAUCER— Canterbury Tales. Bk. IV. L. 435.

(See also HEYWOOD) Within a bony labyrinthean cave, Reached by the pulse of the aërial wave, This sibyl, sweet, and Mystic Sense is found, Muse, that presides o'er all the Powers of Sound. ABRAHAM COLESMan, the Microcosm; and

the Cosmos. P. 51.

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None so deaf as those that will not hear. MATTHEW HENRY Commentaries. Psalm

LVIII. (See also HERBERT) 10 Little pitchers have wide ears.

HERBERT-Jacula Prudentum.

11 Who is so deaf as he that will not hear? HERBERT Jacula Prudentum.

(See also HENRY) 12 Went in at the one eare and out at the other. HEYWOODProverbs. Pt. II. Ch. IX.

(See also CHAUCER) 13 Hear ye not the hum Of mighty workings?

KEATS-Addressed to Haydon. Sonnet X.

14 Where did you get that pearly ear? God spoke and it came out to hear. GEORGE MACDONALD-Song. At the Back of

the North Wind. Ch. XXXIII.

My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not

here; My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer. BURNS-My Heart's in the Highlands. (From

an old song, The Strong Wails of Derry.) 28 His heart was one of those which most enamour

us, Wax to receive, and marble to retain.

BYRON-Beppo. St. 34.

29 Maid of Athens, ere we part, Give, oh, give me back my heart!

BYRON–Maid of Athens. St. 1.


Alma de esparto y corazon de encina.

Soul of fibre and heart of oak. CERVANTESDon Quixote. II. 70. (See also OLD MEG, also GARRICK under Navy)


My beart is wax to be moulded as she pleases, but enduring as marble to retain.

CERVANTESThe Little Gypsy.

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