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HATTERS
HAWK
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In time we hate that which we often fear.

Antony and Cleopatra. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 12.


2

Yet 'tis greater skill
In a true hate, to pray they have their will.

Cymbeline. Act II Sc. 5 L. 33.


3

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.

Merchant of Venice. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 42.


Though I do hate him as I do hell-pains.
Othello. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 155.


Id agas tuo te merito ne quis oderit.
Take care that no one hates you justly.
Syrus—Maxims.


Proprium humani ingenii, est odisse quern
It is human nature to hate those whom we
have injured.
Tacitus—Agricola. XLII. 4.
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 | text = <poem>Accerima proximorum odia.
The hatred of relatives is the most violent.
Tacitus—Annates. IV. 70.


Procul O procul este profani.
Hence, far hence, ye vulgar herd!

VergilÆneid. VI. 258.


HATTERS

"Sye," he seyd, "be the same hatte
I can knowe yf my wyfe be badde
To me by eny other man;
If my floures ouver fade or falle,
Then doth my wyfe me wrong wyth alle
As many a woman can."
Adam of Cobsham—The Wright's Chaste Wife.
L. 265.


So Britain's monarch once uncovered sat,
While Bradshaw bullied in a broad-brimmed hat.
James Bbamston—Man of Taste.


One should not talk of hatters in the house of the hanged.

CervantesDon Quixote.


A hat not much the worse for wear.

CowperHistory of John Gilpin.


My new straw hat that's trimly lin'd with green,
Let Peggy wear.
Gay—Shepherd's Week. Friday. L. 125.


I know it is a sin
For me to sit and grin
At him here;
But the old three-cornered hat
And the breeches and all that
Are so queer.
Holmes—The Last Leaf.
The hat is the ultimatum moriens of respectability.
Holmes—The Autocrat of the Breakfast Table.
VIII.


The Quaker loves an ample brim,
A hat that bows to no Salaam;
And dear the beaver is to him
As if it never made a dam.
Hood—AH Round my Hat.


A sermon on a hat : " 'The hat, my boy, the hat,
whatever it may be, is in itself nothing—makes
nothing, goes for nothing; but, be sure of it,
everything in life depends upon the cock of the
hat.' For how many men—we put it to your
own experience, reader—have made their way
through the thronging crowds that beset fortune,
not by the innate worth and excellence of their
hats, but simply, as Sampson Piebald has it, by
'the cock of their hats'? The cock's all."
Douglas Jerrold—The Romance of a Keyhole. Ch. Ill
, 18


He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat;
it ever changes with the next block.
Much Ado About Nothing. Act I. Sc. 1. L.
75.


I never saw so many shocking bad hats in my
life.
Attributed to Duke of Wellington, upon
seeing the first Reformed Parliament. Sir
William Fraser, in Words on Wellington
(1889), P. 12, claims it for the Duke. Captain Gronow, in his Recollections, accredits
it to the Duke of York, second son of George
III., about 1817.


I am but mad north-north-west: when the
wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a handsaw.
Hamlet. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 395. ("Handsaw" is given by Malone, Collier, Dyce,
Clark and Wright. Others give "hernshaw." The corruption was proverbial in
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 | text = When I bestride him I soar, I am a hawk.
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 | text = <poem>No marvel, an it like your majesty,
My lord protector's hawks do tower so well;
They know their master loves to be aloft
And bears his thoughts above his falcon's pitch.
Henry VI. Pt. II. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 9.


Between two hawks, which flies the higher pitch
Henry VI. Pt. I. Act II. Sc. 4. L. 11.


Dost thou love hawking? thou hast hawks will soar
Above the morning lark.
Taming of the Shrew. Induction. Sc. 2. L. 45.


The wild hawk stood with the down on his beak
And stared with his foot on the prey.

TennysonThe Poet's Song.