So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.

856 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iv., Sc. 5.

How guilt, once harbor'd in the conscious breast, Intimidates the brave, degrades the great!

857 DR. JOHNSON: _Irene,_ Act iv., Sc. 8.

==H.==

=Habit.=

Ill habits gather by unseen degrees, As brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.

858 DRYDEN: _Ovid's Metamorphoses,_ Bk. xv., Line 155.

Small habits well pursued betimes May reach the dignity of crimes.

859 HANNAH MORE: _Floris,_ Pt. i., Line 85.

=Hair.=

She knows her man, and when you rant and swear, Can draw you to her with a single hair.

860 DRYDEN: _From Persius,_ Satire v., Line 246.

Golden hair, like sunlight streaming On the marble of her shoulder.

861 J.G. SAXE: _The Lover's Vision,_ St. 3.

When you see fair hair Be pitiful.

862 GEORGE ELIOT: _Spanish Gypsy,_ Bk. 4.

Loose his beard, and hoary hair Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air.

863 GRAY: _The Bard,_ Pt. i., St. 2.

=Halter.=

No man e'er felt the halter draw, With good opinion of the law.

864 JOHN TRUMBULL: _McFingal,_ Canto iii., Line 489.

=Hand.=

Let my hand-- This hand, lie in your own--my own true friend!

Hand in hand with you.

865 ROBERT BROWNING: _Paracelsus,_ Sc. 5.

'T was a hand White, delicate, dimpled, warm, languid, and bland.

The hand of a woman is often, in youth, Somewhat rough, somewhat red, somewhat graceless in truth; Does its beauty refine, as its pulses grow calm, Or as Sorrow has, crossed the life-line in the palm?

866 OWEN MEREDITH: _Lucile,_ Pt. i., Canto iii., St. 13.

=Happiness.=

And there is even a happiness That makes the heart afraid.

867 HOOD: _Ode to Melancholy._

Happiness depends, as Nature shows, Less on exterior things than most suppose.

868 COWPER: _Table Talk,_ Line 246.

O happiness! our being's end and aim!

Good, pleasure, ease, content! whate'er thy name: That something still which prompts the eternal sigh, For which we bear to live, or dare to die.

869 POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. iv., Line 1.

=Harmony.=

Soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony.

870 SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act v., Sc. 1.

From harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began: From harmony to harmony Through all the compass of the notes it ran, The diapason closing full in Man.

871 DRYDEN: _A Song for St. Cecilia's Day,_ Line 11.

=Harp.=

The harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled.

872 MOORE: _The Harp That Once Through Tara's Halls._

=Haste.=

Farewell; and let your haste commend your duty.

873 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 2.

Running together all about, The servants put each other out, Till the grave master had decreed, The more haste, ever the worst speed.

874 CHURCHILL: _Ghost,_ Bk. iv., Line 1159.

=Hat.=

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

875 JAMES BRAMSTON: _Man of Taste._

=Hatred.=

To vow, and swear, and superpraise my parts, When, I am sure, you hate me with your hearts.

876 SHAKS.: _Mid. N. Dream,_ Act iii., Sc. 2.