HONESTY,-continued.

This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues,
Was once thought honest.

M. iv. 3. Ha, ha, what a fool Honesty is! and Trust, his sworn brother, a very simple gentleman!

W.T. iv. 3. Though I am not naturally honest, I am so sometimes by chance.

Every man has his fault, and honesty is his;
him on't, but I could never get him from it.
Though honesty be no puritan, yet it will do no

Mine honesty and I begin to square.
HONOUR (See also TITLES, REPUTATION).
The purest treasure mortal times afford,
Is spotless reputation; that away,
Men are but gilded loam or painted clay,
A jewel in a ten-times barr'd up chest,
Is a bold spirit in a loyal breast.

Mine honour is my life; both grow in one;
Take honour from me, and my life is done.

W.T. iv. 3. I have told T. A. iii. 1.

hurt.

A. W. i. 3. A. C. iii. 11.

For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich;
And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,
So honour peereth in the meanest habit.

What, is the jay more precious than the lark,
Because his feathers are more beautiful?
Or is the adder better than the eel,
Because his painted skin contents the eye?
By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap,
To pluck bright honour from the pale-fac❜d moon;
Or dive into the bottom of the deep,

Where fathom-line could never touch the ground,
And pluck up drowned honour by the locks;

So he, that doth redeem her thence, might wear,
Without corrival, all her dignities:

But out upon this half-fac'd fellowship!

By Jove, I am not covetous of gold,
Nor care I, who doth feed upon my cost;

R. II. i. 1.

T. S. iv. 3.

H. IV. PT. I. i. 3.

It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires;
But, if it be a sin to covet honour,

I am the most offending soul alive.

Life every man holds dear; but the dear man
Holds honour far more precious-dear than life.
For life, I prize it,

H.V. iv. 3.

T. C. v. 3.

As I weigh grief, which I would spare: for honour,

HONOUR,-continued.

'Tis a derivative from me to mine,
And only that I stand for.

The king has cur'd me,

W. T. iii. 2.

I humbly thank his grace: and from these shoulders,
These ruin'd pillars, out of pity, taken

A load would sink a navy,-too much honour.

He sits 'mongst men, like a descended god
He hath a kind of honour sets him off,
More than a mortal seeming.

H. VIII. iii. 2.

Your presence glads our days; honour we love,
For who hates honour, hates the gods above.

For men, like butterflies,
Show not their mealy wings but to the summer;
And not a man, for being simply man,

Hath any honour; but honour for those honours
That are without him; as place, riches, favour,
Prizes of accident as oft as merit:

Which, when they fall, as being slippery standers,
The love that lean'd on them as slippery too,
Do one pluck down another, and together

Die in the fall.

Thou art a fellow of a good respect;

Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it.
A scar nobly got,

Or a noble sear, is a good livery of honour.
From lowest place when virtuous things proceed,
The place is dignified by the doer's deed:
Where great additions swell, and virtue none,
It is a dropsied honour: good alone
Is good, without a name: vileness is so;
The property by what it is should go,
Not by the title.

For nought I did in hate, but all in honour.

Let none presume

To wear an undeserved dignity.

O, that estates, degrees, and offices,

Cym. i. 7.

P.P. ii. 3.

T.C. iii. 3.

J.C. v. 5.

A. W. iv. 5.

A. W. ii. 3.

Were not deriv'd corruptly! and that clear honour
Were purchas'd by the merit of the wearer!

How many then should cover that stand bare!

How many be commanded that command!

How much low peasantry would then be glean'd

"O. v. 2.

From the true seed of honoúr! and how much honour
Pick'd from the chaff and ruin of the times,

To be new varnish'd!

M.V. ii. 9.

HONOUR,-continued.

By deed-achieving honour newly nam'd.
If it be honour, in your wars, to seem
The same you are not, (which for your best ends,
You adopt your policy,) how is it less, or worse,
That it shall hold companionship in peace
With honour, as in war; since that to both
It stands in like request?

Who does i' the wars more than his captain can,
Becomes his captain's captain: and ambition,
The soldier's virtue, rather makes choice of loss,
Than gain, which darkens him.

C. ii. 1.

C. iii. 2.

A. C. iii. 1. Meddle you must, that's certain; or forswear to wear iron about you.

New honours come upon him

T. N. iii. 4.

Like our strange garments; cleave not to their mould,
But with the aid of time.

M. i. 3.

You stand upon your honour!-Why, thou unconfinable baseness, it is as much as I can do to keep the terms of mine honour precise. I, I, I myself sometimes, leaving the fear of heaven on the left hand, and hiding mine honour in my necessity, am fain to shuffle, to hedge, and to lurch; and yet you, rogue, will ensconce your rags, your cat-amountain looks, your red-lattice phrases, and your boldbeating oaths under the shelter of your honour? M. W. ii. 2. I have heard you say,

Honour and policy, like unsever'd friends,

I' the war do grow together: Grant that, and tell me,
In peace, what each of them by the other lose,
That they combine not there.

You come

Not to woo honour, but to wed it.

Signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine
On all deservers.

C. ii. 2.

A. W. ii. 1.

M. i. 4.

Give me life; which, if I can save, so; if not, honour comes unlook'd for, and there's an end. H. IV. PT. I. v. 3. Well, 'tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on; how then? Can honour set to a leg?-No. Or an arm?-No. Or take away the grief of a wound?-No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then?-No. What is honour ?-A word. What is that word?-Honour. What is that honour?-Air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it?-He that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it?-No. Doth he hear it ?-No. Is it insensible then?—Yea, to the dead. But will it not live

HONOUR,-continued.

my

with the living?-No. Why?-Detraction will not suffer it: therefore I'll none of it. Honour is a mere scutcheon, and so ends H. IV. PT. I. v. 1. catechism. HONOURS, WORLDLY, UNCERTAINTY OF. The painefull warrior famosed for worth, After a thousand victories once foil'd, Is from the booke of honour razed quite, And all the rest forgot for which he toil'd.

HOPE.

The ample proposition that hope makes
In all designs begun on earth below,

Poems.

Fails in the promis'd largeness: checks and disasters
Grow in the veins of actions, highest rear'd;

As knots by the conflux of meeting sap,
Infect the sound pine and divert his grain,
Tortive and errant from his course of growth.

A cause on foot

Lives so in hope, as in an early spring

We see the appearing buds; which, to prove fruit,
Hope gives not so much warrant, as despair,
That frosts will bite them.

T.C. i. 3.

H. IV. PT. II. i. 3.

Like one that stands upon a promontory,
And spies a far-off shore where he would tread,
Wishing his foot were equal with his eye;
And chides the sea that sunders him from thence,
Saying, he'll lade it dry to have his way.

H. VI. PT. II. iii. 2.

True hope is swift, and flies with swallows' wings,
Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.

The miserable have no other medicine,
But only hope.

R. III. v. 2.

M. M. iii. 1.

Hope is a lover's staff; walk hence with that,
And manage it against despairing thoughts.

T. G. iii. 1.

There is a credence in thy heart,

An esperance so obstinately strong,

That doth invert the attest of eyes and ears;
As if those organs had deceptious functions,
Created only to calumniate.

It never yet did hurt,

To lay down likelihoods, and forms of hope.

T. C. v. 2.

H. IV. PT. II. i. 3.

In that hope, I throw mine eyes to heaven,
Scorning whate'er you can afflict me with. H. VI. 111. i. 4.

HOPE, continued.

I spy life peering; but I dare not say
How near the tidings of our comfort is.

O, out of that no hope,

What great hope have you! no hope, that way, is
Another way so high an hope, that even
Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond.

R. II. ii. 1.

T. ii. 1.

Do not satisfy your resolution with hopes that are fallible

I have lost my hopes,

M. M. iii. 1.

H.VI. PT. III. v. 4.

Perhaps even there, where I did find my doubts. M. iv. 3.
And he that will not fight for such a hope,
Go home to bed, and, like the owl by day,
If he arise, be mock'd and wonder'd at.
What! we have many goodly days to see;
The liquid drops of tears that you have shed,
Shall come again, transform'd to orient pearl;
Advantaging their loan, with interest
Of ten-times-double gain of happiness.
Hope is a curtail dog in some affairs.
I will despair, and be at enmity

With cozening hope; he is a flatterer,
A parasite, a keeper-back of death,

Who gently would dissolve the bands of life,
Which false hope lingers in extremity.

HOPELESSNESS (See also DESPONDENCY).
Had I but died an hour before this chance,

R. III. iv. 4.

I had liv'd a blessed time; for, from this instant,
There's nothing serious in mortality:

All is but toys: renown, and grace, are dead;
The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees
Is left this vault to brag of.

HORNS.

M. W. ii. 1.

R. II. ii. 2.

M. ii. 3.

Why, horns; which such as you are fain to be beholden to your wives for.

A. Y. iv. 1.

Horns! even so :-Poor men alone?-No, no; the noblest deer hath them as huge as the rascal.

HORROR.

But that I am forbid

To tell the secrets of my prison-house,

I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word

A. Y. iii. 3.

Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood;
Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres;
Thy knotted and combined locks to part,