I with you, and you with me,

Miles are short with company.

2093

To be good is to be happy - Angels

George Eliot: Agatha

Are happier than mankind, because they're better.

Guilt is the source of sorrow! 'tis the fiend,

Th' avenging fiend, that follows us behind,

With whips and stings.

2099 Nicholas Rowe: The Fair Penitent. Act iii. Sc. 1

Hence we may learn,

That though it be a grand and comely thing

To be unhappy, — (and we think it is,
Because so many grand and clever folk
Have found out reasons for unhappiness),
yet, since we are not grand,

O, not at all, and as for cleverness,

That may be or may not be,

it is well

For us to be as happy as we can!

2100

Jean Ingelow: Gladys and her Island. Moral

I opened the doors of my heart.

And behold,

There was music within and a song, And echoes did feed on the sweetness, repeating it long. I opened the doors of my heart. And behold, There was music that played itself out in æolian notes; Then was heard, as a far-away bell at long intervals tolled. 2101 Jean Ingelow: Contrasted Songs. A Lily and a Lute. HASTE.

Farewell; and let your haste commend your duty.

2102

Shaks.: Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.

Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee
Jest and youthful jollity,

Quips and cranks, and wanton wiles,

Nods and becks, and wreathed smiles. 2103

Running together all about,

Milton: L'Allegro. Line 25.

The servants put each other out,
Till the grave master had decreed,

The more haste, ever the worst speed.
2104

Churchill: Ghost. Bk. iv. Line 1159

HATRED -see Defiance.
Cancel his bond of life,
That I may live to say, the dog is dead!

dear God, I pray,

Shaks.: Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 4

2105 To vow, and swear, and superpraise my parts, When, I am sure, you hate me with your hearts. Shaks.: Mid. N. Dream. Act iii. Sc. 2.

2106

I'll not be made a soft and dull-ey'd fool,

To shake the head, relent, and sigh, and yield
To Christian intercessors.

2107

Shaks.: Mer. of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 3.

I do love thee so,

That I will shortly send thy soul to heaven, If heaven will take the present at our hands. 2108

Shaks.: Richard III. Act i. Sc. 1

For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog,
That I might love thee something.

2109

Shaks.: Timon of A. Act iv. Sc. 3.
Had I power, I should

Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell,
Uproar the universal peace, confound
All unity on earth.

2110

Shaks.: Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3.

I know thee not, nor ever saw till now
Sight more detestable than him and thee.

2111

Milton: Par. Lost. Bk. ii. Line 744.

Never can true reconcilement grow
Where wounds of deadly hate have pierc'd so deep.

2112

Milton: Par. Lost. Bk. iv. Line 98.

I see thou art implacable, more deaf

To pray'rs than winds and seas. Yet winds to seas
Are reconcil'd at length, and sea to shore:

Thy anger, unappeasable, still rages,

Eternal tempest never to be calm'd.

2113

Milton: Samson Agonistes. Line 960.

Hate furroweth the brow, and a man may frown till he hateth.

2114 Tupper: Proverbial Phil. Of Estimating Character. He, who would free from malice pass his days,

Must live obscure, and never merit praise.

2115

Gay: Epis. iv. Line 81.

Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turn'd,
Nor hell a fury like a woman scorn'd.

2116

Congreve: Mourning Bride. Act iii. Sc. 8. Disgust conceal'd

is oft-times proof of wisdom, when the fault Is obstinate, and cure beyond our reach.

2117

Cowper: Task. Bk. iii. Line 38

They did not know how hate can burn
In hearts once changed from soft to stern;
Nor all the false and fatal zeal
The convert of revenge can feel.

2118

Byron: Siege of Corinth. St. 12.

There is no passion

More spectral or fantastical than Hate;

Not even its opp'site, Love, so peoples air
With phantoms, as this madness of the heart.

2119

Byron: Two Foscari. Act iv. Sc. 1

There was a laughing devil in his sneer,
That rais'd emotions both of rage and fear;
And where his frown of hatred darkly fell,
Hope withering fled, and Mercy sigh'd farewell!
2120
Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure;
Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.
2121

Byron: Corsair. Canto i. St. 9.

Byron: Don Juan. Canto xiii. St. 6.

Offend her, and she knows not to forgive;
Oblige her, and she'll hate you while you live.

2122

HAWTHORN.

Pope: Moral Essays. Epis. ii. Line 137.

The hawthorn bush, with seats beneath the shade,
For talking age and whispering lovers made!

2123

HEALTH-see Sickness.

Goldsmith: Des. Village. Line 13.

Nor love, nor honor, wealth, nor power,
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.

2124 Reason's whole pleasure, all the joys of sense, Lie in three words, health, peace, and competence. But health consists with temperance alone; And peace, O Virtue! peace is all thy own. 2125

Pope: Essay on Man. Epis. iv. Line 79.

Ah! what avail the largest gifts of Heaven,
When drooping health and spirits go amiss?
How tasteless then whatever can be given!
Health is the vital principle of bliss,
And exercise of health.

2126

Thomson: Castle of Ind. Canto ii. St. 55.

HEART -see Beauty, Cruelty, Love.

With every pleasing, every prudent part,

Say, what can Chloe want? She wants a heart.
2127
Pope: Moral Essays. Epis. ii. Line 159.
Heaven's sovereign saves all beings but himself,
That hideous sight, a naked human heart.

2128

Young: Night Thoughts. Night iii. Line 226

The heart is like the sky, a part of heaven,
But changes, night and day, too, like the sky :
Now o'er it clouds and thunder must be driven,
And darkness and destruction as on high;

But when it hath been scorch'd and pierc'd and riven,
Its storms expire in water-drops; the eye

Pours forth, at last, the heart's blood turn'd to tears. 2129 Byron: Don Juan. Canto ii. St. 214. His heart was one of those which most enamor us, Wax to receive, and marble to retain. 2130

HEAT.

Hither rolls the storm of heat;
I feel its finer billows beat
Like a sea which me infolds;

Heat with viewless fingers moulds,
Swells, and mellows, and matures,
Paints, and flavors, and allures,
Bird and brier inly warms,
Still enriches and transforms,
Gives the reed and lily length,
Adds to oak and oxen strength,
Transforming what it doth infold,
Life out of death, new out of old.
2131

Byron Beppo. St. 34.

Emerson: May-Day. Line 179.

HEAVEN -see Providence, Stars.

Shall we serve heaven

With less respect than we do minister
To our gross selves.

2132

Shaks.: M. for M. Act ii. Sc. 2.

It is presumption in us, when The help of Heaven we count the act of men, 2133

Shaks.: All's Well. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Heaven is above all yet; there sits a Judge
That no king can corrupt.

2134

Heaven

Shaks.: Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Is as the Book of God before thee set,
Wherein to read his wondrous works.

2135

In hope to merit Heaven, by making earth a Hell. 2136

Milton: Par. Lost. Bk. viii. Line 66.

Byron: Ch. Harold. Canto i. St. 20.

Robert Greene: A Maiden's Dreams

For as one star another far exceeds,

So souls in heaven are placed by their deeds.

2137

HEEDLESSNESS.

Oh, many a shaft, at random sent,
Finds mark the archer little meant;
And many a word, at random spoken,

May soothe or wound a heart that's broken.

2138

HERITAGE.

Scott: Lord of the Isles. Canto v. St. 18

"Yet doth he live!" exclaims th' impatient heir, And sighs for sables which he must not wear. 2139

Byron: Lara. Canto i. St. 3 To heirs unknown descends th' unguarded store, Or wanders, heaven-directed, to the poor. 2140

HELL.

Pope: Moral Essays. Epis. ii. Line 149

Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscrib'd
In one self-place; for where we are is Hell;
And where Hell is, there must we ever be;
And to conclude, when all the world dissolves,
And every creature shall be purified,

All places shall be Hell that are not Heaven.
2141

Marlowe Faustus. (From Quarto, 1616.)

A dungeon horrible, on all sides round,

As one great furnace flamed; yet from those flames
No light; but rather darkness visible

Serv'd only to discover sights of woe,

Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace
And rest can never dwell, hope never comes
That comes to all, but torture without end.

Illimitable ocean, without bound,

Without dimension; where length, breadth, and highth, And time, and place, are lost; where eldest Night

And Chaos-ancestors of Nature, hold

Eternal anarchy, amidst the noise

Of endless wars, and by confusion stand.

2145

Milton: Par. Lost. Bk. ii. Line 891

To rest, the cushion and soft dean invite,
Who never mentions hell to ears polite.

2146

Pope: Moral Essays. Epis. iv. Line 149.

Dr. Johnson: London. Line 116.

And bid him go to Hell, to Hell he goes. 2147