HOMER NODS to HONOUR

HOMER NODS.—In long works sleep will sometimes surprise;
Homer himself hath been observed to nod.

Roscommon.—Art of Poetry.

HONEST.—An honest man, close-buttoned to the chin,
Broad-cloth without, and a warm heart within.

Cowper.—Epistle to Joseph Hill.

If an honest man, Nature has forgot to labour it upon your countenance.

Scott.—Peveril of the Peak, Chap. XL.

If he were
To be made honest by an Act of Parliament,
I should not alter in my faith of him.

Ben Jonson.—The Devil is an Ass, Act IV. Scene 1.

Take note, take note, O World!
To be direct and honest is not safe.

Shakespeare.—Othello. Act III. Scene 8. (Iago to the Moor.)

An honest man’s the noblest work of God.

Pope.—Essay on Man, Epistle IV. Line 247.

Auld Ayr, wham ne’er a town surpasses
For honest men and bonnie lassies.

Burns.—Tam O’Shanter.

Athole’s honest men,
And Athole’s bonnie lassies.

Burns.—Petition of Bruar Water.

HONEY.—But they whom truth and wisdom lead
Can gather honey from a weed.

Cowper.—The Pine-Apple and Bee, Line 35.

HONOUR.—You stand upon your honour! Why, thou unconfinable baseness, it is as much I can do to keep the terms of my honour precise. 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—!

Shakespeare.—Merry Wives of Windsor, Act II. Scene 2. (Falstaff to Pistol.)

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? 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 with the living? No. Why? Detraction will not suffer it:— therefore, I’ll none of it: Honour is a mere scutcheon, and so ends my catechism.

Shakespeare.—King Henry IV. Part I. Act V. Scene 1. (Falstaff.)

His honour rooted in dishonour stood,
And faith unfaithful kept him falsely true.

Tennyson.—Idylls of the king. Elaine.


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