The only art her guilt to cover,

To hide her shame from every eye,

To give repentance to her lover,

And wring his bosom, is—to die.

Oliver Goldsmith (1728-1774): The Hermit. On Woman. Chap. xxiv.

O, what may man within him hide,

Though angel on the outward side!

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Rock of Ages, cleft for me,

Let me hide myself in thee.

A M Toplady (1740-1778): Salvation through Christ.

They are too thin and bare to hide offences.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 3.

Teach me to feel another's woe,

To hide the fault I see;

That mercy I to others show,

That mercy show to me.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): The Universal Prayer. Stanza 10.

At whose sight all the stars

Hide their diminish'd heads.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 34.

O, what may man within him hide,

Though angel on the outward side!

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Hide, oh, hide those hills of snow

Which thy frozen bosom bears,

On whose tops the pinks that grow

Are of those that April wears!

But first set my poor heart free,

Bound in those icy chains by thee.

John Fletcher (1576-1625): The Bloody Brother. Act v. Sc. 2.

Thou wear a lion's hide! doff it for shame,

And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant limbs.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King John. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Ye little stars! hide your diminish'd rays.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): Moral Essays. Epistle iii. Line 282.