15 The hat is the ultimatum moriens of respectability. HOLMES-The Autocrat of the Breakfast Table. VIII. 16 The Quaker loves an ample brim, A hat that bows to no Salaam; Hood-All Round my Hat. 17 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. III No marvel, an it like your majesty, My lord protector's hawks do tower so well; And bears his thoughts above his falcon's pitch. Henry VI. Pt. II. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 9. 23 Between two hawks, which flies the higher pitch. Henry VI. Pt. I. Act II. Sc. 4. L. 11. 24 Dost thou love hawking? thou hast hawks will soar Above the morning lark. Taming of the Shrew. Induction. Sc. 2. L. 45. 25 The wild hawk stood with the down on his beak And stared with his foot on the prey. TENNYSON-The Poet's Song. Where did you get that pearly ear? God spoke and it came out to hear. A man's first care should be to avoid the re proaches of his own heart. ADDISON-Sir Roger on the Bench. 25 I have a heart with room for every joy. 26 My favoured temple is an humble heart. 27 My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer. 28 an old song, The Strong Walls of Derry.) His heart was one of those which most enamour us, Wax to receive, and marble to retain. BYRON-Beppo. St. 34. 29 Maid of Athens, ere we part, Give, oh, give me back my heart! BYRON-Maid of Athens. St. 1. 30 Alma de esparto y corazon de encina. CERVANTES-Don Quixote. II. 70. (See also OLD MEG, also GARRICK under NAVY) 31 My heart is wax to be moulded as she pleases, GEORGE MACDONALD-Song. At the Back of but enduring as marble to retain. the North Wind. Ch. XXXIII. CERVANTES-The Little Gypsy. |