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HANGED to HARVEST

HANGED.—I’ll see thee hang’d first.

Beaumont and Fletcher.—Knight of the Pestle, Act I. Scene 4. Suckling.—The Goblins, Act I.

HANGMAN.—The sleeping hangman ties the fatal noose,
Nor unsuccessful waits for dead men’s shoes.

Swift.—On Dreams.

For obtaining suits: whereof
The hangman hath no lean wardrobe.

Shakespeare.—King Henry IV. Part I. Act I. Scene 2. (Falstaff to the Prince.)

HAPPINESS.—I think you the happiest couple in the world; for you’re not only happy in one another, but happy in yourselves, and by yourselves.

Congreve.—The Double Dealer, Act II. Scene 2.

If solid happiness we prize,
Within our breast this jewel lies;
And they are fools who roam:
The world has nothing to bestow,
From our own selves our joys must flow,
And that dear hut, our home.

Cotton.—The Fireside, Verse 3.

O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man’s eyes!

Shakespeare.—As You Like it, Act V. Scene 2. (Orlando.)

O hell! to choose love by another’s eye!

Shakespeare.—Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act I. Scene 1. (Hermia to Lysander.)

Oh happiness! our being’s end and aim!
Good, pleasure, ease, content! whate’er thy name:
That something still which prompts th’ eternal sigh,
For which we bear to live, or dare to die.

Pope.—Essay on Man, Epistle IV. Line 1.

HAPPY.—The happy have whole days, and those they choose;

The unhappy have but hours, and those they lose.

Colley Cibber.—The Double Gallant, Act V. Scene 1.

But happy they, the happiest of their kind,
Whom gentle stars unite, and in one fate
Their hearts, their fortunes, and their beings blend!

Thomson.—Spring; near the end.

HAPPY.—When two events propitious meet,
They make the span of life most sweet.

Wheelwright’s Pindar, 5th Isthmian Ode, Line 11.

Happy the man, and he alone,
Who, master of himself, can say,
To-day at least hath been my own,
For I have clearly liv’d to-day:
Then let to-morrow’s clouds arise,
Or purer suns o’erspread the cheerful skies.

Francis’ Horace, Book III. Ode 29; Dryden.— To Sir John Beaumont.

For next, a truth which can’t admit
Reproof from Wisdom or from Wit,
To being happy here below,
Is to believe that we are so.