Here lies our sovereign lord the king, / Whose word no man relies on; / He never says a foolish thing, / Nor ever does a wise one. Rochester on Charles II.'s chamber-door.
Here lieth one, believe it if you can, / Who, 15 though an attorney, was an honest man! Epitaph.
Here, on earth we are as soldiers fighting in a foreign land, that understand not the plan of the campaign, and have no need to understand it, seeing well what is at our hand to be done. Carlyle.
Here or nowhere is America. Goethe.
Here our souls / Though amply blest, / Can never find, although they seek, / A perfect rest. Procter.
Here was a Caesar! when comes such another? Jul. Cæs., iii. 2.
Here's a sigh for those who love me, / And a 20 smile for those who hate, / And whatever sky's above me, / Here's a heart for every fate. Byron.
Hereditary bondsmen! know ye not, / Who would be free, themselves must strike the blow? Byron.
Hereditary honours are a noble and a splendid treasure to descendants. Plato.
Heroes are much the same, the point's agreed, / From Macedonia's madman to the Swede. Pope.