Oft of one wide expanse had I been told
  That deep-brow’d Homer ruled as his demesne,
  Yet did I never breathe its pure serene
Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold.
919
KEATS:  On first looking into Chapman’s Homer.

Seven cities warred for Homer being dead; Who living had no roofe to shrowd his head. 920 THOMAS HEYWOOD:  Hierarchie of the Blessed Angells.

=Honesty.=

An honest man he is, and hates the slime
That sticks on filthy deeds.
921
SHAKS.:  Othello, Act v., Sc. 2.

A wit’s a feather, and a chief a rod;
An honest man’s the noblest work of God.
922
POPE:  Essay on Man, Epis. iv., Line 247.

=Honor.=

Too much honor: 
O, ’tis a burthen, ... ’tis a burthen,
Too heavy for a man that hopes for heaven.
923
SHAKS.:  Henry VIII., Act iii., Sc. 2.

Honor travels in a strait so narrow, Where one but goes abreast:  keep then the path. 924 SHAKS.:  Troil, and Cress., Act iii., Sc. 3.

Honor’s a fine imaginary notion,
That draws in raw and unexperienced men
To real mischiefs, while they hunt a shadow.
925
ADDISON:  Cato, Act ii., Sc. 5.

Honor and shame from no condition rise; Act well your part, there all the honor lies. 926 POPE:  Essay on Man, Epis. iv., Line 193.

His honor rooted in dishonor stood, And faith unfaithful kept him falsely true. 927 TENNYSON:  Idyls, Elaine, Line 884.

There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray,
To bless the turf that wraps their clay.
928
WILLIAM COLLINS:  Ode in 1746.

=Hood.=

A page of Hood may do a fellow good
After a scolding from Carlyle or Ruskin.
929
OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES:  How Not to Settle It.

=Hope.=

True hope is swift, and flies with swallows’ wings; Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings. 930 SHAKS.:  Richard III., Act v., Sc. 2.

So farewell hope, and, with hope, farewell fear, Farewell remorse!  All good to me is lost. 931 MILTON:  Par.  Lost, Bk. iv., Line 108.

Hope springs eternal in the human breast;
Man never is, but always to be blest.
932
POPE:  Essay on Man, Epis. i., Line 95.

Auspicious hope! in thy sweet garden grow Wreaths for each toil, a charm for every woe. 933 CAMPBELL:  Pl. of Hope, Pt. i., Line 45.

Thus heavenly hope is all serene,
  But earthly hope, how bright soe’er,
Still fluctuates o’er this changing scene,
  As false and fleeting as ’tis fair.
934
HEBER:  On Heavenly Hope and Earthly Hope.

Where peace
And rest can never dwell, hope never comes
That comes to all.
935
MILTON:  Par.  Lost, Bk. i., Line 65.

“All hope abandon, ye who enter in!”
These words in sombre color I beheld
Written upon the summit of a gate.
936
DANTE:  Inferno, Longfellow’s Trans., Canto iii., Line 9.