Better to hunt in fields for health unbought Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught. 884 DRYDEN:  Epis. to John Dryden of Chesterton, Line 92.

=Heart.=

A merry heart goes all the day,
Your sad tires in a mile-a.
885
SHAKS.:  Wint.  Tale, Act iv., Sc. 2.

With every pleasing, every prudent part, Say, what can Chloe want?  She wants a heart. 886 POPE:  Moral Essays, Epis. ii., Line 159.

Or from Browning some “Pomegranate,” which if cut deep down the middle, Shows a heart within blood-tinctured, of a veined humanity. 887 MRS. BROWNING:  Lady Geraldine’s Courtship, xli.

The heart bowed down by weight of woe
To weakest hope will cling.
888
ALFRED BUNN:  Song.

Here the heart
May give a useful lesson to the head. 
And Learning wiser grow without his books.
889
COWPER:  Task, Bk. vi., Line 85.

But on and up, where Nature’s heart
  Beats strong amid the hills.
890
RICHARD M. MILNES:  Tragedy of the Lac de Gaube, St. 2.

=Heaven.=

Heaven is above all yet; there sits a Judge
That no king can corrupt.
891
SHAKS.:  Henry VIII., Act iii., Sc. 1.

Heaven
Is as the Book of God before thee set,
Wherein to read his wondrous works.
892
MILTON:  Par.  Lost, Bk. viii., Line 66.

Some feelings are to mortals given
With less of earth in them than heaven.
893
SCOTT:  Lady of the Lake, Canto ii., St. 22.

=Hell.=

’Tis now the very witching time of night,
When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out
Contagion to this world.
894
SHAKS.:  Hamlet, Act iii., Sc. 2.

A dungeon horrible, on all sides round,
As one great furnace flamed; yet from those flames
No light; but rather darkness visible
Serv’d only to discover sights of woe,
Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace
And rest can never dwell, hope never comes
That comes to all, but torture without end.
895
MILTON:  Par.  Lost, Bk. i., Line 61.

Hell
Grew darker at their frown.
896
MILTON:  Par.  Lost, Bk. ii., Line 719.

To rest, the cushion and soft dean invite,
Who never mentions hell to ears polite.
897
POPE:  Moral Essays, Epis. iv., Line 149.

In hope to merit heaven by making earth a hell. 898 BYRON:  Ch.  Harold, Canto i., St. 20.

Hell is a city much like London—­
A populous and a smoky city;
There are all sorts of people undone,
And there is little or no fun done;
Small justice shown, and still less pity.
899
SHELLEY:  Peter Bell the Third, Pt. iii.

=Heritage.=

I, the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time. 900 TENNYSON:  Loksley Hall, Line 178.

Creation’s heir, the world, the world is mine! 901 GOLDSMITH:  Traveller, Line 50.