, Sc. 2.

Honor travels in a strait so narrow,
Where one but goes abreast: keep then the path.
924
SHAKS.: _Troil, and Cress.,_ Act iii., Sc. 3.

Honor's a fine imaginary notion,
That draws in raw and unexperienced men
To real mischiefs, while they hunt a shadow.
925
ADDISON: _Cato,_ Act ii., Sc. 5.

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.=