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{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Your word is as good as the Bank, sir. Holchoft—The Road to Ruin. Act I. Sc. 3. T 9^*1 ' | seealso = (See also {{sc|Cervantes) Honour is but an itch in youthful blood Of doing acts extravagantly good. Howard—Indian Queen. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Honor | page = 373 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Great honours are great burdens, but on whom They are cast with envy, he doth bear two loads. His cares must still be double to his joys, In any dignity. Ben Jonson—Catiline. His Conspiracy. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 1. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Honor | page = 373 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Summum crede nefas, animum prseferre pudori, Et propter vitam vivendi perdere causas. Believe it to be the greatest of all infamies, to prefer your existence to your honor, and for the sake of life to lose every inducement to live. Juvenal—Satires. VIII. 83. Dead on the field of honour. Answer given in the roll-call of La Tour d' Auvergne's regiment after his death. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Honor | page = 373 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Quod pulcherrimum idem tutissimum est. What is honorable is also safest. Lrvr—Aimales. XXXIV. 14. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Honor | page = 373 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Perche non i titoli illustrano gli uomini, ma gli uomini i titoli. For titles do not reflect honor on men, but rather men on their titles. Machiavelli—Dei Discorsi. III. 38. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Honor | page = 373 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Honour is purchas'd by the deeds we do; Until some honourable deed be done. Marlowe—Hero and Leander. First Sistiad. L. 276. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Honor | page = 373 }}
 * * * honour is not won,

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = To set the cause above renown, To love the game beyond the prize, To honor while you strike him down, The foe that comes with fearless eyes; To count the life of battle good And dear the land that gave you birth, And dearer yet the brotherhood That binds the brave of all the earth. | author = Henry Newboldt | work = Clifton Chapel. | topic = Honor | page = 373 }}