HABIT (See also Custom). For use almost can change the stamp of nature, And either curb the devil, or throw him out With wondrous potency. H. iii. 4.
The tyrant custom, most grave senators, Hath made the flinty and steel couch of war My thrice driven bed of down. 0. 1. 3.
HABITATION. Fore God, you have here a goodly dwelling, and a rich. H. IV. pt. II. v. 3.
Humble. Stoop, boys : This gate Instructs you how to adore the heavens ; and bows you To morning's holy office : The gates of monarchs Are arch'd so high, that giants jet through And keep their impious turbans on, without Good morrow to the sun. Hail, thou fair heaven ! We house i' the rock, yet use thee not so hardly As prouder livers do. Cym. iii. 3.
HALTER. A halter, gratis ; nothing else, for God's sake. M. V. iv. 1.
HAND. 0, that her hand, In whose comparison all whites are ink, Writing their own reproach ; To whose soft seizure The cygnet's down
is harsh, and spirit of sense Hard as the palm of ploughmen. T. C. i. 1.
HANGER-ON. Lord ! he will hang upon him like a disease : he is sooner caught than the pestilence, and the taker runs presently mad. M. A. i. 1.
HANGING. O the charity of a penny cord ! it sums up thousands in a trice: you have no true debitor and creditor but it: of what's past, is, and to come, the discharge : Your neck, Sir, is pen, book, and counters, so the acquittance follows. Cym. v. 4.
A heavy reckoning for you, Sir ; but the comfort is, you shall be called to no more payments, fear no more tavern bills: which are often the sadness of parting, as the procuring of mirth : you come in faint for want of meat, depart reeling with too much drink ; — * * * purse and
brain both empty. Cym. v. 4.
Hanging is the word, Sir ; if you be ready for that, you are well cook'd. Cym. v. 4.
I have great comfort from this fellow : methinks he hath no drowning mark upon him ; his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good fate, to his hanging ! make the rope of his destiny our cable, for our own doth little advantage ! If he be not born to be hang'd, our case is miserable. T. i. 1.
HANGMEN. Some of the best of them were hereditary hangmen. C. ii. 1.
HAPPINESS. Hitting Each object with a joy ; the counterchange Is severally in all. Cym. v. 5.
But, 0, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes ! A. Y. v. 2.
Connubial. If it were now to die, 'Twere now to be most happy ; for, I fear, My soul hath her content so absolute, That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate. 0. ii. 1.
HARMONY of the Spheres. There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st, But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubim : Such harmony is in immortal souls ; — But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we
cannot hear it. M. V. v. 1.
HATRED. Were half to half the world by th' ears, and he Upon my party, I'd revolt, to make Only my wars with him : he is a lion
That I am proud to hunt. C. i. 1.
Nor sleep, nor sanctuary, Being naked, sick : nor fane, nor capitol, The prayers of priests, nor times of sacrifice. Embarquements all of
fury, shall lift up Their rotten privilege and custom 'gainst My hate to Marcius : where I find him, were it At home, upon my brother's guard, even there, Against the hospitable canon, would I Wash my fierce hand in 's heart. C. i. 10.
Cancel his bond of life, dear God, I pray, That I may live to say, — the dog is dead ! R. III. iv. 4.
How like a fawning publican he looks ! I hate him, for he is a christian : But more, for that, in low simplicity, He lends out money gratis,
and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. M. V. i. 3.
Alas, poor York ! but that I hate thee deadly, I should lament thy miserable state. I pr'ythee, grieve, to make me merry, York ; Stamp,
rave, and fret, that I may sing and dance. H. VI. pt. II. i. 4.
I'll not be made a soft and dull-ey'd fool, To shake the head, relent, and sigh, and yield To christian intercessors. M. V. iii. 3.
If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the antient grudge I bear him. M. V. i. 3.
HEART. A good leg will fall ; a strait back will stoop ; a black beard will turn white ; a curled pate will grow bald ; a fair face will wither ; a full eye will wax hollow : but a good heart, Kate, is the sun and moon ; or, rather, the sun, and not the moon ; for it shines bright, and never changes, but keeps his course truly. H. V. v. 2.
A light heart lives long. L. L. v. 2.
Breaking. But his flaw'd heart, (Alack, too weak the conflict to support !) 'Twixt two extremes of passion, joy and grief, Burst smilingly.
K. L. v. 3.
HEIR-LOOM. Of six preceding ancestors, that gem Conferr'd by testament to the sequent issue, Hath it been own'd and worn.
A. W. v . 3.
It is an honour 'longing to our house, Bequeathed down from many ancestors. Which were the greatest obloquy i' the world, In me to lose. A. W. iv. 2.
HERNE'S Oak. There is an old tale goes, that Herne, the hunter, Some time a keeper here in Windsor forest, Doth all the winter time, at still midnight, Walk round about an oak, with great ragg'd horns ; And there he blasts the tree, and takes the cattle ; And makes milch kine yield blood, and shakes a chain In a most hideous and dreadful manner. M. W. iv. 4.
HERO, Military, Pretended. Such fellows are perfect in great commanders' names: and they will learn you by rote where services are done. H. V. iii. 6.
What a beard of the general's cut, and a horrid suit of the camp, will do among foaming bottles, and ale-washed wits, is wonderful to be thought on ! H. V. iii. 6.
HEROISM. Either our history shall, with full mouth, Speak freely of our acts ; or else our grave, Like Turkish mute, shall have a
tongueless mouth, Nor worship'd with a waxen epitaph. H. V. i. 2.
By his light, Did all the chivalry of England move To do brave acts : he was, indeed, the glass Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves. H. IV. pt. II. ii. 3.
A true knight ; Not yet mature, yet matchless ; firm of word, Speaking in deeds, and deedless in his tongue ; Not soon provok'd, nor,
being provok'd, soon calm'd : His heart and hand both open, and both free ; For what he has, he gives ; what thinks, he shows ; Yet gives he not till judgment guide his bounty, Nor dignifies an impair thought with breath : Manly as Hector, but more dangerous ; For
Hector, in his blaze of wrath, subscribes To tender objects, but he, in heat of action, Is more vindicative than jealous love.
T.C. iv. 5.
HESITATION (See also Irresolution). Now, whether it be Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple Of thinking too precisely on the
event,— A thought, which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom , And, ever, three parts coward, — I do not know While yet I live to
say,— This thing's to do. H. iv. 4.
HIGHWAYMEN, Gentlemen of the shade, minions of the moon. H. IV. pt. I. i. 2.
HISTORIAN. Instructed by the antiquary times, He must, he is, he cannot but be wise. T.C. ii. 3.
HIT. A hit, a very palpable hit. H. v. 5.
HOLIDAY. To solemnize this day, the glorious sun Stays in his course, and plays the alchemist ; Turning, with splendour of his
precious eye, The meagre cloddy earth to glittering gold : The yearly course, that brings this day about, Shall never see it but a holyday. K. J. iii. 1.
HOMAGE of Simplicity. For never any thing can be amiss, When simpleness and duty tender it. M. N. v. 1.
HOME-BREEDING (See also Travelling), Out of your proof we speak : we, poor unfledg'd, Have never wing'd from view o' the nest ; nor know not What air's from home. Cym. iii. 3.
HONESTY. Ay, Sir ; to be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand. H. ii. 2.
We need no grave to bury honesty ; There's not a grain of it the face to sweeten Of the whole dungy earth. W. T. ii. 1.
Take note, take note, O world, - To be direct and honest is not safe. 0. iii. 3.
I am myself indifferent honest: but yet I could accuse me of such things, that it were better my mother had not borne me : I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious ; with more offences at my beck, than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in : What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven ? We are arrant knaves all ; believe none of us.
H. iii. 1.
Let me behold Thy face. — Surely this man was born of woman. — Forgive my general and exceptless rashness, Perpetual
sober-gods ! I do proclaim One honest man, — mistake me not, — but one ; No more, I pray, — and he's a steward. T.A. iv. 3.
There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats : For I am armed so strong in honesty, That they pass by me, as the idle wind, Which I respect not. J. C. iv. 3.
This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues, Was once thought honest. M. iv. 3.
Ha, ha, what a fool Honesty is ! and Trust, his sworn brother, a very simple gentleman ! W.T. iv. 3.
Though I am not naturally honest, I am so sometimes by chance. W.T. iv. 3.
Every man has his fault, and honesty is his ; I have told him on't, but I could never get him from it. T. A. iii. 1.
Though honesty be no puritan, yet it will do no hurt. A. W. i. 3.
Mine honesty and I begin to square. A. C. iii. 11.
HONOUR (See also Titles, Reputation). The purest treasure mortal times afford, Is spotless reputation ; that away, Men are but gilded loam or painted clay. A jewel in a ten times barr'd up chest, Is a bold spirit in a loyal breast. Mine honour is my life ; both grow in one ;
Take honour from me, and my life is done. R. II. i. 1.
For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich ; And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, So honour peereth in the meanest habit. What, is the jay more precious than the lark, Because his feathers are more beautiful ? Or is the adder better than the eel, Because his painted skin contents the eye ? T. S. iv. 3.
By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-fac'd moon ; Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks ; So he, that doth redeem her thence, might wear, Without corrival, all her dignities : But out upon this half-fac'd fellowship ! H. IV. pt. I. i. 3.
By Jove, I am not covetous of gold, Nor care I, who doth feed upon my cost ; It yearns me not if men my garments wear ; Such outward things dwell not in my desires ; But, if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive. H. V. iv. 3.
Life every man holds dear ; but the dear man Holds honour far more precious-dear than life. T. C. v. 3.
For life, I prize it, As I weigh grief, which I would spare : for honour, 'Tis a derivative from me to mine, And only that I stand for.
W. T. iii. 2.
The king has cur'd me, I humbly thank his grace : and from these shoulders, These ruin'd pillars, out of pity, taken A. load would sink a
navy, — too much honour. H. VIII. iii. 2.
He sits 'mongst men, like a descended god : He hath a kind of honour sets him off, Moro than a mortal seeming. Cym. i. 7.
Your presence glads our days ; honour we love, For who hates honour, hates the gods above. P. P. ii. 3.
For men, like butterflies, Show not their mealy wings but to the summer ; And not a man, for being simply man, Hath any honour ; but
honour for those honours That are without him ; as place, riches, favour, Prizes of accident as oft as merit : Which, when they fall, as
being slippery standers, The love that lean'd on them as slippery too, Do one pluck down another, and together Die in the fall.
T.C. iii. 3.
Thou art a fellow of a good respect ; Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it. J. C. v. 5.
A scar nobly got, Or a noble scar, is a good livery of honour. A. W. iv. 5.
From lowest place when virtuous things proceed, The place is dignified by the doer's deed : Where great additions swell, and virtue
none, It is a dropsied honour : good alone Is good, without a name : vileness is so ; The property by what it is should go, Not by the title.
A. W. ii. 3.
For nought I did in hate, but all in honour. 0. v. 2.
Let none presume To wear an undeserved dignity. 0, that estates, degrees, and offices, Were not deriv'd corruptly ! and that clear honour Were purchas'd by the merit of the wearer ! How many then should cover that stand bare ! How many be commanded that command !
How much low peasantry would then be glean'd From the true seed of honour ! and how muck honour Pick'd from the chaff and ruin of the times, To be new varnish'd ! M. V. ii. 9.
By deed-achieving honour newly nam'd. C. ii. 1.
If it be honour, in your wars, to seem The same you are not, (which for your best ends, You adopt your policy,) how is it less, or worse, That it shall hold companionship in peace With honour, as in war ; since that to both It stands in like request ? C. iii. 2.
Who does i' the wars more than his captain can, Becomes his captain's captain: and ambition, The'soldier's virtue, rather makes
choice of loss, Than gain, which darkens him. A.C. iii. 1.
Meddle you must, that's certain ; or forswear to wear iron about you. T. N. iii. 4.
New honours come upon him Like our strange garments ; cleave not to their mould, But with the aid of time. M. i. 3.
You stand upon your honour ! — Why, thou unconfinable baseness, it is as much as I can do to keep the terms of mine honour
precise. I, I, 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, rogue, will ensconce your rags, your cat-a- mountain looks, your red-lattice phrases, and your bold- beating oaths under the shelter of your honour ! M. W. ii. 2.
I have heard you say, Honour and policy, like unsever'd friends, I' the war do grow together : Grant that, and tell me, In peace, what each
of them by the other lose, That they combine not there. C. iii. 2.
You come Not to woo honour, but to wed it. A. W. ii. 1.
Signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine On all deservers. M. i. 4.
Give me life ; which, if I can save, so ; if not, honour comes unlook'd for, and there's an end. H. IV. pt. I. v. 3.
Well, 'tis no matter ; 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. What is that 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.
H. IV. pt. I. v. 1.
HONOURS. Worldly, Uncertainty of. The painefull warrior famosed for worth, After a thousand victories once foil'd, Is from the booke of honour razed quite, And all the rest forgot for which he toil'd. Poems.
HOPE. The ample proposition that hope makes In all designs begun on earth below, Fails in the promis'd largeness : checks and disasters Grow in the veins of actions, highest rear'd ; As knots by the confl'ux of meeting sap, Infect the sound pine and divert his grain, Tortive and errant from his course of growth. T. C. i. 3.
A cause on foot Lives so in hope, as in an early spring We see the appearing buds ; which, to prove fruit, Hope gives not so much
warrant, as despair, That frosts will bite them. H. IV. pt. II. i. 3.
Like one that stands upon a promontory, And spies a far-off shore where he would tread, Wishing his foot were equal with his eye ; And chides the sea that sunders him from thence, Saying, — he'll lade it dry to have his way. H. VI. pt. III. iii. 2.
True hope is swift, and flies with swallows' wings, Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings. R. III. v. 2.
The miserable have no other medicine, But only hope. M. M. iii. 1.
Hope is a lover's staff; walk hence with that, And manage it against despairing thoughts. T. G. iii. 1.
There is a credence in thy heart, An esperance so obstinately strong, That doth invert the attest of eyes and ears ; As if those organs had deceptious functions, Created only to calumniate. T. C. v. 2.
It never yet did hurt, To lay down likelihoods, and forms of hope. H. IV. pt. II. i. 3.
In that hope, I throw mine eyes to heaven, Scorning whate'er you can afflict me with. H.VI. III. i. 4. .
I spy life peering ; but I dare not say How near the tidings of our comfort is. R. II. ii. 1.
0, out of that no hope, What great hope have you ! no hope, that way, is Another way so high an hope, that even Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond. T. ii. 1.
Do not satisfy your resolution with hopes that are fallible. M. M. iii. 1.
I have lost my hopes, Perhaps even there, where I did find my doubts. M. iv. 3.
And he that will not fight for such a hope, Go home to bed, and, like the owl by day, If he arise, be mock'd and wonder'd at.
H. VI. pt. III. v. 4.
What ! we have many goodly days to see ; The liquid drops of tears that you have shed, Shall come again, transform'd to orient pearl ; Advantaging their loan, with interest Of ten-times-double gain of happiness. R. III. iv. 4.
Hope is a curtail dog in some affairs. M. W. ii. 1.
I will despair, and be at enmity With cozening hope ; he is a flatterer, A parasite, a keeper-back of death, Who gently would dissolve the bands of life, Which false hope lingers in extremity. R. II. ii. 2.
HOPELESSNESS (See also Despondency). Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'd a blessed time ; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious in mortality : All is but toys : renown, and grace, are dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of. M. ii. 3.
HORNS. Why, horns ; which such as you are fain to be beholden to your wives for. A. Y. iv. 1.
Horns ! even so : — Poor men alone ? — No, no ; the noblest deer hath them as huge as the rascal. A.Y. iii. 3.
HORROR. But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy
soul ; freeze thy young blood; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres ; Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine. H. i. 5.
HUMILITY. Often to our comfort shall we find The sharded beetle in a safer hold Than is the full-wing'd eagle. Cym. iii. 3.
I have sounded the very base string of humility. H. IV. pt. I. ii. 4.
I heard him swear, Were he to stand for consul, never would he Appear i' the market-place, nor on him put The napless vesture of humility. C. ii. 1.
Wilt thou, pupil-like, Take thy correction mildly, kiss the rod, And fawn on rage with base humility ? R. II. v. 1.
O happy 'vantage of a kneeling knee. R. II. v. 3.
HUMOUR. " The humour of it," quoth 'a ! here's a fellow frights humour out of its wits. M. W. ii. 1.
I'll tell thee what, prince ; a college of wit-crackers cannot flout me out of my humour. M. A. v. 4.
I am now of all humours, that have showed themselves humours, since the old days of goodman Adam, to the pupil age of this present twelve o'clock at midnight. H. IV. pt. I. ii. 4.
HUNTING. Say, thou wilt course ; thy greyhounds are as swift As breathed stags, ay, fleeter than the roe. T. S. Ind. 2.
Come, shall we go and kill us venison ? And yet it irks me, the poor dappled fools, Being native burghers of this desert city, Should, in their own confines, with forked heads Have their round haunches gor'd. A.Y. ii. 1.
My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, So flew'd, so sanded ; and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning
dew ; Crook-knee'd, and dew-lapp'd like Thessalian bulls ; Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells, Each under each. A cry more tuneable Was'never holla'd to, nor cheer'd with horn. M. N. iv. 1.
Uncouple in the western valley; go: Despatch, I say, and find the forester. - We will, fair queen, up to the mountain's top, And mark the musical confusion Of hounds and echo in conjunction. M. N. iv. 1.
I was with Hercules, and Cadmus, once, When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear With hounds of Sparta : never did I hear Such gallant chiding ; for, besides the groves, The skies, the fountains, every region near Seem'd all one mutual cry : I never heard So
musical a discord, such sweet thunder. M. N. iv. 1.
HUSBANDMEN. Sun-burnt sicklemen. T. iv. 1.
HYPOCRISY (See also Dissimulation, Quoting Scripture). Now step I forth to whip hypocrisy. L. L. iv. 3.
A huge translation of hypocrisy. L. L. v. 2.
Ah, that deceit should steal such gentle shapes, And with a virtuous visor hide deep vice ! R. III. ii. 2.
A knave very voluble ; no further conscionable, than in putting on the mere form of civil and humane seeming. 0. ii. 1.
Knavery cannot, sure, hide itself in such reverence. M. A. ii. 3.
O Buckingham, beware of yonder dog ; Look, when he fawns, he bites ; and, when he bites, His venom tooth will rankle to the death ;
Have not to do with him, beware of him ; Sin, death, and hell have set their marks on him ; And all their ministers attend on him.
R. III. i. 3.
Show men dutiful ? Why, so didst thou : or seem they grave and learned ? Why, so didst thou : come they of noble family ? Why, so didst thou : seem they religious ? Why, so didst thou : or are they spare in diet, Free from gross passion, or of mirth, or anger ; Constant in
spirit, not swerving with the blood ; Garnish'd and deck'd in modest compliment ; Not working with the eye, without the ear, And, but in purged judgment, trusting neither ? Such, and so finely bolted, didst thou seem. H. V. ii. 2.
Seems he a dove ? his feathers are but borrow'd, For he's disposed as the hateful raven. Is he a lamb ? his skin is surely lent him,
For he's inclin'd as are the ravenous wolves. Who cannot steal a shape, that means deceit ? Take heed my lord ; the welfare of us all Hangs on the cutting short that fraudful man. H. VI. pt. II. iii. 1.
Tut, I can counterfeit the deep tragedian ; Speak, and look back, and pry on every side, Tremble and start at wagging of a straw, Intending deep suspicion : ghastly looks Are at my service, like enforced smiles ; And both are ready in their offices, At any time, to
grace my stratagems. R. III. iii. 5.
Be not you spoke with, but by mighty suit : And look you get a prayer-book in your hand, And stand between two churchmen, good my
lord ; For on that ground I'll make a holy descant : And be not easily won to our requests ; Play the maid's part, still answer nay, and take it.
R. III. iii. 7.
There is no vice so simple, but assumes Some mark of virtue on his outward parts. M. V. iii. 2.
This outward-sainted deputy, — Whose settled visage and deliberate word Nips youth i' the head, and follies doth enmew, As falcon doth the fowl, — is yet a devil. M. M. iii. 1.
Gloster's show Beguiles him, as the mournful crocodile With sorrow snares relenting passengers ; Or as the snake, roll'd in a flowering bank, With shining checker' d slough, doth sting a child, That, for the beauty, thinks it excellent. H.VI. pt. II. iii. 1.
Smooth runs the water, where the brook is deep ; And in his simple show he harbours treason. The fox barks not, when he would steal the lamb. No, no, my sovereign ; Gloster is a man Unsounded yet, and full of deep deceit. H. VI. pt. II. iii. 1.
So smooth he daub'd his vice with show of virtue, That, — his apparent open guilt omitted — He liv'd from all attainder of suspect.
R. III. iii. 5.
Ah, that deceit should steal such gentle shapes, And with a virtuous visor hide deep vice ! R. III. ii. 2.
0, what authority and show of truth Can cunning sin cover itself withal ! M. A. iv. 1.
And thus I clothe my naked villainy With old odd ends, stol'n forth of holy writ ; And seem a saint when most I play the devil.
R. III. i. 3.
The secret mischief that I set abroach, I lay unto the grievous charge of others. R. III. i. 3.
I do the wrong, and first begin to brawl. R. III. i. 3.
Your great goodness, out of holy pity, Absolv'd him with an axe. H. VIII. iii. 2.