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Thy knotted and combined locks to part,
And each particular hair to stand an-end,
Like quills upon the fretful porpentine.
Hamlet. Act. I. Sc. 5. L. 15.

(See also BOCCACCIO)

And his chin new reap'd, Show'd like & stubble-land at harvest-home.

Henry IV. Pt. I. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 34.

8 How ill white hairs become a fool and jester!

Henry IV. Pt. II. Act V. Sc. 5. L. 52. Comb down his hair; look, look! it stands upright.

Henry VI. Pt. II. Act III. Sc. 3. L. 15. Bind up those tresses. O, what love I note In the fair multitude of those her hairs! Where but by chance a silver drop hath fallen, Even to that drop ten thousand wiry friends Do glue themselves in sociable grief, Like true, inseparable, faithful loves, Sticking together in calamity. King John. Act III. Sc. 4. L. 61.

And her sunny locks Hang on her temples like a golden fleece.

Merchant of Venice. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 169.

Come let me pluck that silver hair

Which 'mid thy clustering curls I see; The withering type of time or care

Has nothing, sure, to do with thee.

ALARIC ALEX WATTSThe Grey Hair. Her hair is bound with myrtle leaves,

(Green leaves upon her golden hair!) Green grasses through the yellow sheaves

Of Autumn corn are not more fair.
OSCAR WILDE—La Bella Donna della mia

Even to the delicacy of their hand
There was resemblance such as true blood

wears. BYRONDon Juan. Canto IV. St. 45.




For through the South the custom still commands The gentleman to kiss the lady's hands.

BYRON—Don Juan. Canto V. St. 105.





What a beard hast thougot!thou hast got more hair on thy chin than Dobbin my fill-horse has on his tail.

Merchant of Venice. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 99. Alas, poor chin! many a wart is richer.

Troilus and Cressida. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 154.



Bless the hand that gave the blow.
DRYDENThe Spanish Friar. Act II. Sc. 1.

(See also POMFRET) Una mano lava l'altra, ed ambedue lavano il

volto. One hand washeth another, both the face. JOHN FLORIO–Vocabolario Italiano & Inglese.

His hand will be against every man, and every man's hand against him.

Genesis. XVI. 12. 27

The voice is Jacob's voice, but the hands are the hands of Esau.

Genesis. XXVII. 22.

28 Rubente dextra.

Red right hand.
HORACE—Carmina. I. 2. 2.

(See also MILTON)

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The message from the hedge-leaves,

Heed it, whoso thou art;
Under lowly eaves

Lives the happy heart.
JOHN VANCE CHENEYThe Hedge-bird's Mes-





HAPPINESS Hold him alone truly fortunate who has ended his life in happy well-being.

ÆSCHYLUS—Agamemnon. 928.

11 'Twas a jolly old pedagogue, long ago,

Tall and slender, and sallow and dry; His form was bent, and his gait was slow, His long thin hair was white as snow,

But a wonderful twinkle shone in his eye. And he sang every night as he went to bed,

“Let us be happy down here below; The living should live, though the dead be dead,”

Said the jolly old pedagogue long ago. GEORGE ARNOLD— The Jolly Old Pedagogue.

In animi securitate vitam beatam ponimus.

We think a happy life consists in tranquillity of mind. CICERO—De Natura Deorum. I. 20.

Le bonheur semble fait pour être partagé.

Happiness seems made to be shared.
CORNEILLE—Notes par Rochefoucauld.



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 bliss must flow,

And that dear hut, our home.

Real happiness is cheap enough, yet how dearly we pay for its counterfeit.


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Happiness, to some elation; Is to others, mere stagnation.

AMY LOWELL-Happiness.


Now the heart is so full that a drop overfills it,
We are happy now because God wills it.
LOWELLThe Vision of Sir Launfal. Prelude

to Pt. I. L. 61.


Fuge magna, licet sub paupere tecto
Reges et regum vita procurrere amicos.

Avoid greatness; in a cottage there may be more real happiness than kings or their favorites enjoy. HORACE—Epistles. I. 10. 32.

10 Non possidentem multa vocaveris Recte beatum; rectius occupat

Nomen beati, qui Deorum

Muneribus sapienter uti, Duramque callet pauperiem pati, Pejusque leto flagitium timet.

You will not rightly call him a happy man who possesses much; he more rightly earns the name of happy who is skilled in wisely using the gifts of the gods, and in suffering hard poverty, and who fears disgrace as worse than death. HORACE—Carmind. IX. Bk. 4. 9. 45.

Sive ad felices vadam post funera campos,
Seu ferar ardentem rapidi Phlegethontis ad un-

dam, Nec sine te felix ero, nec tecum miser unquam.

Heaven would not be Heaven were thy soul not with mine, nor would Hell be Hell were our souls together. BAPTISTA MANTUANUSEclogue. III. 108.

(See also SCOTT, HENRY V)


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Neminem, dum adhuc viveret, beatum dici debere arbitrabatur.

He (Solon) considered that no one ought to be called happy as long as he was alive. VALERIUS MAXIMUS. Bk. VII. 2. Ext. 2.

Same in SOPHOCLES -(Edipus Rex. End.
Repeated by Cresus to CYRUS when on

his funeral pyre, thus obtaining his pardon. (See also OVID, also ÆschyLUS under DEATH)

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And feel that I am happier than I know.

Non potest quisquam beate degere, qui se tanMILTON—Paradise Lost. Bk. VIII. L. 282. tum intuetur, qui omnia ad utilitates suas con

vertit; alteri vivas oportet, si vis tibi vivere. No eye to watch and no tongue to wound us,

No man can live happily who regards himAll earth forgot, and all heaven around us.

self alone, who turns everything to his own MOORE-Come o'er the Sea.

advantage. Thou must live for another, if

thou wishest to live for thyself. The foolish man seeks happiness in the distance; SENECA-Epistolæ Ad Lucilium. XLVIII. The wise grows it under his feet. JAMES OPPENHEIMThe Wise.

But, O, how bitter a thing it is to look into

happiness through another man's eyes! Dicique beatus

As You Like It. Act V. Sc. 2. L. 47. Ante obitum nemo supremaque funera debet.

Before he is dead and buried no one ought Would I were with him, wheresome'er he is, to be called happy.

either in heaven or in hell. OVID-Metamorphoses. Bk. III. 136.

Henry V. Act II. Sc. 3. L. 6. (See also MAXIMUS) 5

(See also MANTUANUS) Thus we never live, but we hope to live; and always disposing ourselves to be happy, it is Ye seek for happiness—alas, the day! inevitable that we never become so.

Ye find it not in luxury nor in gold, BLAISE PASCAL—Thoughts. Ch. V. Sec. I.

Nor in the fame, nor in the envied sway

For which, O willing slaves to Custom old, Said Scopas of Thessaly, “But we rich men

Severe taskmistress! ye your hearts have sold. count our felicity and happiness to lie in these

SHELLEY-Revolt of Islam. Canto XI. St. 17. superfluities, and not in those necessary things." PLUTARCH-Morals. Vol. II. of the Love of | Magnificent spectacle of human happiness. Wealth.

SYDNEY SMITH—America. Edinburgh Re(See also HOLMES under PARADOX)

view, July, 1824. Oh happiness! our being's end and aim! Good, Pleasure, Ease, Content! whate'er thy happy; so that if you make them happy now,

Mankind are always happier for having been name; That something still which prompts th' eternal

you make them happy twenty years hence by

the memory of it. sigh, For which we bear to live, or dare to die.

SYDNEY SMITHLecture on Benevolent Affec

tions. POPE—Essay on Man. Ep. IV. L. 1. Fix'd to no spot is Happiness sincere;

Be happy, but be happy through piety.

MADAME DE STAËL Corinne. Bk. XX. Ch. 'Tis nowhere to be found, or ev'rywhere;

III. 'Tis never to be bought, but always free. POPEEssay on Man. Ep. IV. L. 15.

Wealth I ask not, hope nor love, (See also WYNNE)

Nor a friend to know me; Heaven to mankind impartial we confess, All I ask, the heavens above, If all are equal in their happiness;

And the road below me.
But mutual wants this happiness increase,

STEVENSONThe Vagabond.
All nature's difference keeps all nature's peace.
POPE-Essay on Man. Ep. IV. L. 53. O terque quaterque beati.

O thrice, four times happy they! Le bonheur des méchants comme un torrent VERGILÆneid. I. 94. s'écoule.

The happiness of the wicked flows away as For it stirs the blood in an old man's heart; a torrent.

And makes his pulses fly, RACINE—Athalie. II. 7.

To catch the thrill of a happy voice,

And the light of a pleasant eye. Happiness lies in the consciousness we have N. P. WILLIS—Saturday Afternoon. St. 1. of it, and by no means in the way the future keeps its promises.

True happiness is to no spot confined. GEORGE SAND-Handsome Lawrence. Ch. If

you preserve a firm and constant mind, III.

'Tis here, 'tis everywhere.

JOHN HUDDLESTONE WYNNE-History of IreDes Menschen Wille, das ist sein Glück.

land. (See also POPE) The will of a man is his happiness. SCHILLER—Wallenstein's Lager. VII. 25. We're charm'd with distant views of happiness,

But near approaches make the prospect less. O mother, mother, what is bliss?

Thos. YALDEN—Against Enjoyment. L. 23. O mother, what is bale? Without my William what were heaven,

True happiness ne'er entered at an eye; Or with him what were hell?

True happiness resides in things unseen. SCOTT. Trans. of a ballad of BURGER'S.

YOUNG-Night Thoughts. Night VIII. L. (See also MANTUANUS)
















And thus of all my harvest-hope I have
Nought reaped but a weedye crop of care.
SPENSERThe Shepherd's Calendar. Decem-

ber. L. 121.


Campanula Rotundifolia
I love the fair lilies and roses so gay,

They are rich in their pride and their splendor; But still more do I love to wander away

To the meadow so sweet,

Where down at my feet,
The harebell blooms modest and tender.

DORA READ GOODALE– Queen Harebell.


Think, oh, grateful think! How good the God of Harvest is to you; Who pours abundance o'er your flowing fields, While those unhappy partners of your kind Wide-hover round you, like the fowls of heaven, And ask their humble dole.

THOMSON—Autumn. L. 169.


Fancy with prophetic glance
Sees the teeming months advance;
The field, the forest, green and gay;
The dappled slope, the tedded hay;
Sees the reddening orchard blow,
The Harvest wave, the vintage flow.

WARTON-Ode. The First of April. L. 97.

With drooping bells of clearest blue
Thou didst attract my childish view,

Almost resembling
The azure butterflies that flew
Where on the heath thy blossoms grew

So lightly trembling.
BISHOP HEBER—The Harebell.

Simplest of blossoms! To mine eye
Thou bring'st the summer's painted sky;
The May-thorn greening in the nook;
The minnows sporting in the brook;
The bleat of flocks; the breath of flowers;
The song of birds amid the bowers;
The crystal of the azure seas;
The music of the southern breeze;
And, over all, the blessed sun,
Telling of halcyon days begun.

MOIR—The Harebeil.

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High in the clefts of the rock 'mid the cedars
Hangeth the harebell the waterfall nigh;
Blue are its petals, deep-blue tinged with purple,
Mystical tintings that mirror the sky.

L. D. PYCHOWSKA-Harebells.


The more haste, ever the worst speed.

CHURCHILLThe Ghost. Bk. IV. L. 1,162.


I'll be with you in the squeezing of a lemon. GOLDSMITH-She Stoops to Conquer. Act I.

Sc. 2


HARVEST (See also AGRICULTURE) For now, the corn house filled, the harvest home, Th' invited neighbors to the husking come; A frolic scene, where work and mirth and play Unite their charms to cheer the hours away.

JOEL BARLOWThe Hasty Pudding. 6

He that observeth the wind shall not sow; and he that regardeth the clouds shall not reap.

Ecclesiastes. XI. 4. 7

In the morning sow thy seed, and in the evening withhold not thine hand.

Ecclesiastes. XI. 6. 8

Whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.

Galatians. VI. 7.

Sat cito, si sat bene.

Quick enough, if good enough.
ST. JEROME-Epistle. LXVI. Par. 9. (Val-

ler's ed.) Quoted from Cato. Phrase used
by LORD ELDON. In Twiss's Life of Lord

C. Eldon. Vol. I. P. 46. 21 Haste is of the Devil.

The Koran.

22 Le trop de promptitude à l'erreur nous expose. Too great haste leads us to error.

MOLIÈRE-Sganarelle. I. 12.



The harvest truly is plenteous, but the labourers are few.

Matthew. IX. 37.

10 Who eat their corn while yet 'tis green, At the true harvest can but glean.

SAADI—Gulistan. (Garden of Roses.)

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To glean the broken ears after the man
That the main harvest reaps.

As You Like It. Act III. Sc. 5. L. 102.

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