Her stature tall,—I hate a dumpy woman.

Lord Byron 1788-1824: Don Juan. Canto i. Stanza 61.

Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee;

Corruption wins not more than honesty.

Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace,

To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not:

Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's,

Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell,

Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.

What though the field be lost?

All is not lost; th' unconquerable will,

And study of revenge, immortal hate,

And courage never to submit or yield.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 105.

Who love too much, hate in the like extreme,

And both the golden mean alike condemn.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): The Odyssey of Homer. Book xv. Line 79.

Arms and the man I sing, who, forced by fate

And haughty Juno's unrelenting hate.

John Dryden (1631-1701): Virgil, Aeneid, Line 1.

There is no hate lost between us.

Thomas Middleton (1580-1627): The Witch. Act iv. Sc. 3.

Dowered with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn,

The love of love.

Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892): The Poet.

He who ascends to mountain-tops shall find

The loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds and snow;

He who surpasses or subdues mankind

Must look down on the hate of those below.

Lord Byron 1788-1824: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iii. Stanza 45.