=Happiness.=

And there is even a happiness
That makes the heart afraid.
867
HOOD:  Ode to Melancholy.

Happiness depends, as Nature shows,
Less on exterior things than most suppose.
868
COWPER:  Table Talk, Line 246.

O happiness! our being’s end and aim! 
Good, pleasure, ease, content! whate’er thy name: 
That something still which prompts the eternal sigh,
For which we bear to live, or dare to die.
869
POPE:  Essay on Man, Epis. iv., Line 1.

=Harmony.=

Soft stillness and the night
Become the touches of sweet harmony.
870
SHAKS.:  M. of Venice, Act v., Sc. 1.

From harmony, from heavenly harmony,
    This universal frame began: 
    From harmony to harmony
Through all the compass of the notes it ran,
The diapason closing full in Man.
871
DRYDEN:  A Song for St. Cecilia’s Day, Line 11.

=Harp.=

The harp that once through Tara’s halls
  The soul of music shed,
Now hangs as mute on Tara’s walls
  As if that soul were fled.
872
MOORE:  The Harp That Once Through Tara’s Halls.

=Haste.=

Farewell; and let your haste commend your duty. 873 SHAKS.:  Hamlet, Act i., Sc. 2.

Running together all about,
The servants put each other out,
Till the grave master had decreed,
The more haste, ever the worst speed.
874
CHURCHILL:  Ghost, Bk. iv., Line 1159.

=Hat.=

So Britain’s monarch once uncovered sat, While Bradshaw bullied in a broad-brimmed hat. 875 JAMES BRAMSTON:  Man of Taste.

=Hatred.=

To vow, and swear, and superpraise my parts, When, I am sure, you hate me with your hearts. 876 SHAKS.:  Mid.  N. Dream, Act iii., Sc. 2.

Never can true reconcilement grow Where wounds of deadly hate have pierc’d so deep. 877 MILTON:  Par.  Lost, Bk. iv., Line 98.

There was a laughing devil in his sneer,
That rais’d emotions both of rage and fear;
And where his frown of hatred darkly fell,
Hope withering fled, and Mercy sigh’d farewell!
878
BYRON:  Corsair, Canto i., St. 9.

He who surpasses or subdues mankind
Must look down on the hate of those below.
879
BYRON:  Ch.  Harold, Canto iii., St. 45.

=Hawthorn.=

And every shepherd tells his tale
Under the hawthorn in the dale.
880
MILTON:  L’Allegro, Line 67.

=Head.=

Oh good gray head which all men knew! 881 TENNYSON:  Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington, St. 4.

The tall, the wise, the reverend head
Must lie as low as ours.
882
WATTS:  Hymns and Spiritual Songs, Bk. ii., Hymn 63.

=Health.=

Nor love, nor honor, wealth, nor power,
Can give the heart a cheerful hour
When health is lost.  Be timely wise;
With health all taste of pleasure flies.
883
GAY:  Fables, Pt. i., Fable 31.