"How shall I a habit break," [259].
How we, poor players on life's stage, [134].
How wretched is the man with honors crowned, [39].
Howe'er it be, it seems to me, [39].
However others act towards thee, [27].
However the battle is ended, [20].
Humble we must be if to heaven we go, [98].
Humility, that low, sweet root, [100].
Hushing every muttered murmur, [110].
I am but clay in thy hands, [84].