Honor and shame from no condition rise; Act well your part, there all the honor lies.

926 POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. iv., Line 193.

His honor rooted in dishonor stood, And faith unfaithful kept him falsely true.

927 TENNYSON: _Idyls, Elaine,_ Line 884.

There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay.

928 WILLIAM COLLINS: _Ode in 1746._

=Hood.=

A page of Hood may do a fellow good After a scolding from Carlyle or Ruskin.

929 OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES: _How Not to Settle It._

=Hope.=

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

930 SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act v., Sc. 2.

So farewell hope, and, with hope, farewell fear, Farewell remorse! All good to me is lost.

931 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 108.

Hope springs eternal in the human breast; Man never is, but always to be blest.

932 POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. i., Line 95.

Auspicious hope! in thy sweet garden grow Wreaths for each toil, a charm for every woe.

933 CAMPBELL: _Pl. of Hope,_ Pt. i., Line 45.

Thus heavenly hope is all serene, But earthly hope, how bright soe'er, Still fluctuates o'er this changing scene, As false and fleeting as 'tis fair.

934 HEBER: _On Heavenly Hope and Earthly Hope._

Where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes That comes to all.

935 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i., Line 65.

"All hope abandon, ye who enter in!"

These words in sombre color I beheld Written upon the summit of a gate.

936 DANTE: _Inferno, Longfellow's Trans.,_ Canto iii., Line 9.

=Horn.=

Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea, Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.

937 WORDSWORTH: _Miscellaneous Sonnets,_ Pt. i., xxxiii.

=Horror.=

My fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise louse and stir As life were in 't: I have supp'd full with horrors.

938 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act v., Sc. 5.

On horror's head horrors accumulate.

939 SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act iii., Sc. 3.

=Horse.=

A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!

940 SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act v., Sc. 4.

=Hospitality.=

My master is of churlish disposition, And little recks to find the way to heaven By doing deeds of hospitality.

941 SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 4.

Every house was an inn, where all were welcomed and feasted.

942 LONGFELLOW: _Evangeline,_ Pt. I., iv., Line 15.

=Host.=

The leader, mingling with the vulgar host, Is in the common mass of matter lost.

943 POPE: _Odyssey,_ Bk. iv., Line 397.

=Hour.=

Too busy with the crowded hour to fear to live or die.

944 EMERSON: _Quatrains, Nature._

Catch, then, oh catch the transient hour; Improve each moment as it flies!

Life's a short summer, man a flower; He dies--alas! how soon he dies!

945 DR. JOHNSON: _Winter, An Ode._

=House.=

For there's nae luck about the house, There's nae luck at a'; There 's little pleasure in the house When our gudeman 's awa'.

946 WILLIAM J. MICKLE: _Manner's Wife._

=Humanity.=

But hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity.

947 WORDSWORTH: _Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey._

O suffering, sad humanity!

O ye afflicted ones, who lie Steeped to the lips in misery, Longing, yet afraid to die, Patient, though sorely tried!