380 HUMANITY HUMILITY
Ah me, why did they build my house by the road to the market town?
Rabindranath Tagore—Gardener. 4.
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The lintel low enough to keep out pomp and
pride;
The threshold high enough to turn deceit aside;
The doorband strong enough from robbers to defend;
This door will open at a touch to welcome every
friend.
Henry Van Dyke—Inscription far a Friend's
House.
A host jn himself.
Wellington. Of Lord John Russell. Related by Samuel Rogers. (1839) Paraphrase of Homer's epithet of Ajax. See
Pope's trans, of Iliad. III. 293.
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HOUSE (See Home, Hospitality)
HUMANITY
(See also Philanthropy)
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| text = <poem>Love, hope, fear, faith—these make humanity;
These are its sign and note and character.
Robert Browning—Paracelsus. Sc. 3.
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| text = An inadvertent step may crush the snail
That crawls at evening in the public path.
But he that has humanity, forewarned,
Will turn aside and let the reptile live.
| author = Cowper
| work = Task. Bk. VI.
Wen you see a man in woe,
Walk right up and say "hullo."
Say "hullo" and "how d'ye do,"
"How's the world a-usin' you?"
Wen you travel through the strange
Country t'other side the range,
Then the souls you've cheered will know
Who you be, an' say "hullo."
Sam Walter Foss—Hullo.
He held his seat; a friend to human race.
Homer—Iliad. Bk. VI. L. 18
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Respect us, human, and relieve us, poor.
Homer—Odyssey. Bk. IX. L. 338
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Over the brink of it
Picture it—think of it,
Dissolute man.
Lave in it—drink of it
Then, if you can.
Hood—Bridge of Sighs.
Oh, God! that bread should be so dear,
And flesh and blood so cheap!
Hood—Song of a Shirt.
For He, who gave this vast machine to roll,
Breathed Life in them, in us a Reasoning Soul;
That kindred feelings might our state improve,
And mutual wants conduct to mutual love.
Juvenal—Satire XV. L. 203.
Every human heart is human.
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| work = Hiawatha. Introduction. L. 91.
Laborin' man an' laborin' woman
Hev one glory an' one shame;
Ev'ythin' thet's done inhuman
Injers all on 'em the same.
| author = Lowell
| work = The BigUrw Papers. First Series.
No. 1. St. 10.
It is good to be often reminded of the inconsistency of human nature, and to learn to look
without wonder or disgust on the weaknesses
which are found in the strongest minds.
Macaulay—Warren Hastings.
For nothing human foreign was to him.
Thomson—To the Memory of Lord Talbot.
Translation of "Humani nihil a me alienum
puto."
For the interesting and inspiring thing about
America, gentlemen, is that she asks nothing for
herself except what she has a right to ask for
humanity itself.
Woodrow Wilson—Speech, at the luncheon
of the Mayor of New York, May 17, 1915.
Never to blend our pleasure or our pride
With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.
Wordsworth—Hart4eap Well. Pt. IL
is But hearing oftentimes
The still, sad music of humanity.
Wordsworth—Tintern Abbey.
HUMILITY
Lowliness is the base of every virtue,
And he who goes the lowest builds the safest.
Bailey—Festus. Sc. Home.
He saw a cottage with a double coach-house,
A cottage of gentility!
And the Devil did grin, for his darling sin
Is pride thtt apes humility.
Coleridge—Devil's Walk. Original title,
Devil's Thoughts. Written jointly by Coleridge and SouTHEY.
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| text = I am well aware that I am the 'umblest persongoing* * * let the other be where he may.
| author = Dickens
| work = David Copperfield.
| place = Vol. I. Ch. XVI.
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| text = 'Umble we are, 'umble we have been, 'unable we shall ever be.
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| work = David Copperfield.
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| text = <poem>Parvum parva decent.
Humble things become the humble.
Horace—Epistles. I. 7. 44.
God hath sworn to lift on high
Who sinks himself by true humility.
Keble—Miscellaneous Poems. At Hooker's
Tomb.
