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372 HONESTY HONOR

Yet Heav'n, that made me honest, made me more
Than ever king did, when he made a lord.
Nicholas Rowe—Jane Shore. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 261.


Mens regnum bona possidet.
An honest heart possesses a kingdom.
Seneca—Thyestes. CCCLXXX
 
No legacy is so rich as honesty.
AW s Well That Ends Well. Act III. Sc.5. L.
13.


Ay, sir; to be honest, as this world goes, is
to be one man picked out of ten thousand.
Hamlet. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 178. "Two
Thousand" in Folio "ten" in quartos.)
 What's the news?
None, my lord, but that the world's grown
honest.
Then is doomsday near.
Hamlet. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 240.


There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats,
For I am arm'd so strong in honesty
That they pass by me as the idle wind,
Which I respect not.
Julius Caesar. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 66.


Take note, take note, O world,
To be direct and honest is not safe.
Othello. Act III. Sc. 3. L. 378.


An honest tale speeds best being plainly told.
Richard III. Act IV. Sc. 4. L. 358.


At many times I brought in my accounts,
Laid them before you; you would throw them off,
And say, vou found them in mine honesty.
Timon'of Athens. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 142.


I hope I shall always possess firmness and
virtue enough to maintain what I consider the
most enviable of all titles, the character of an
"Honest Man."
George Washington—Moral Maxims.


Let us raise a standard to which the wise and
honest can repair; the rest is in the hands of God.
Washington—Speech to the Constitutional
Convention. (1787)
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I should be honest.
John Webster—Duchess of MM. Act I.
Sc.I.


"Honesty is the best policy, but he who
acts on that principle is not an honest man.
Archbishop Whatelt—Thoughts and Apothegms. Pt. II. Ch. XVIII. Pious Frauds.
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 | text = <poem>How happy is he born and taught
That serveth not another's will;
Whose armour is his honest thought,
And simple truth his utmost skill.
Sir Henry Wotton—The Character of a
Happy Life.
HONEYSUCKLE
Lonicera
 
Around in silent grandeur stood
The stately children of the wood;
Maple and elm and towering pine
Mantled in folds of dark woodbine.
Julia C. R. Dorr—At the Gate.


I sat me down to watch upon a bank
With ivy canopied and interwove
With flaunting honeysuckle.
 | author = Milton
 | work = Comus. L. 543.


I plucked a honeysuckle where
The hedge on high is quick with thorn,
And climbing for the prize, was torn,
And fouled my feet in quag-water;
And by the thorns and by the wind
The blossom that I took was thinn'd,
And yet I found it sweet and fair.
D. G. Rossetti—The Honeysuckle.


And honeysuckle loved to crawl
Up the low crag and ruin'd wall.
Scott—Marmion. Canto III. Introduction
 
And bid her steal into the pleached bower,
Where honeysuckles, ripen'd by the sun,
Forbid the sun to enter, like favorites,
Made proud by princes, that advance their pride
Against that power that bred it.
Much Ado About Nothing. Act III. Sc. 1.
L. 7.
HONOR
 
Better to die ten thousand deaths,
Than wound my honour.
 | author = Addison
 | work = Cato. Act I. Sc. 4.


Content thyself to be obscurely good.
When vice prevails and impious men bear sway,
The post of honor is a private station.
 | author = Addison
 | work = Cato. Act IV. Sc. 4.


The sense of honour is of so fine and delicate
a nature, that it is only to be met with in minds
which are naturally noble, or in such as have
been cultivated by good examples, or a refined
education.
 | author = Addison
 | work = The Guardian. No. 161.


Turpe quid ausurus, te sine teste time.
When about to commit a base deed, respect
thyself, though there is no witness.
Ausonius—Septem Sapientum Senieniice Septenis Veribus Explicate. III. 7.


The best memorial for a mighty man is to gain
honor ere death.
Beowulf. VII.


L'honneur est comme une tie escarpee et sans
bords;
On n'y peut plus rentrer des qu'on en est dehors.
Honor is like an island, rugged and without shores; we can never re-enter it once we
are on the outside.
BoLLEAtr—Satires. X. 167.