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And thus of all my harvest-hope I have
ber. L. 121.
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,
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
WARTON-Ode. The First of April. L. 97.
With drooping bells of clearest blue
So lightly trembling.
High in the clefts of the rock 'mid the cedars
L. D. PYCHOWSKA-Harebells.
The more haste, ever the worst speed.
CHURCHILL—The Ghost. Bk. IV. L. 1,162.
I'll be with you in the squeezing of a lemon. GOLDSMITH-She Stoops to Conquer. Act I.
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 BARLOW—The 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.
ler's ed.) Quoted from Cato. Phrase used
C. Eldon. Vol. I. P. 46. 21 Haste is of the Devil.
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.)
To glean the broken ears after the man
As You Like It. Act III. Sc. 5. L. 102.
Celerity is never more admired
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.
Quem metuont oderunt, quem quisque odit periisse expetit.
Whom men fear they hate, and whom they hate, they wish dead. QUINTUS ENNIUS—Thyestes. (Atreus log.)
High above hate I dwell, O storms! farewell.
LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY—The Sanctuary.
Und wollen endlich hassen.
Let's come at last to hate.
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 JOHNSON—Mrs. 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 JONSON—Every Man Out of his Humour.
Act I, Sc. 1.
Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure; Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.
BYRON—Don 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,
We have but one, and only hate,
Trans. by BARBARA HENDERSON. In the
(See also CAMMAERTS, HERWEG)
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. CATULLUS—Carmina. 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.
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.
Whom they have injured they also hate.
(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. HOLMES—The 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,
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.
Hence, far hence, ye vulgar herd!
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.
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,
Henry V. Act III. Sc. 7. L. 14.
No marvel, an it like your majesty,
Henry VI. Pt. II. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 9.
So Britain's monarch once uncovered sat,
JAMES BRAMSTON—Man of Taste.
One should not talk of hatters in the house of the hanged.
12 A hat not much the worse for wear.
COWPER—History 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.
At him here;
Are so queer.
She rears her young on yonder tree;
ALEXANDER WILSON—The 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. CICERO—Pro Ligario. XII.
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.
Gay-Fables. Pt. I. Fable 31.
Yet, all beneath the unrivall’d rose,
Adown the glade.
The wonders of the lane.
Health that snuffs the morning air.
JAMES GRAINGER—Solitude. An Ode. L. 35.
20 A cool mouth, and warm feet, live long.
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.
HOLMES—Professor 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.
LA ROCHEFOUCAULD-Maxims. No. 285.
Then sing by turns, by turns the Muses sing;
Now hawthorns blossom.
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.
VI. Ch. II. Sec. VIII.
Gold that buys health can never be ill spent,
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 COLES—Man, the Microcosm; and
the Cosmos. P. 51.
None so deaf as those that will not hear. MATTHEW HENRY — Commentaries. Psalm
LVIII. (See also HERBERT) 10 Little pitchers have wide ears.
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. HEYWOOD—Proverbs. 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. CERVANTES—Don 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.
CERVANTES—The Little Gypsy.