no [e]staff sustains, And life, still vig'rous, revels in my veins; Grant me, kind heaven, to find some happier place, Where honesty and sense are no disgrace; Some pleasing bank where verdant osiers play, Some peaceful vale, with nature's paintings gay; Where once the harass'd Briton found repose,

Lecky has very truly remarked that Veracity owes its growth largely to commerce and manufacture; as Nietzsche puts it, "Honesty is the youngest of virtues"in other words, it is the foster-child of industry, of modern industry.

Absolute mental honesty was his chief characteristic.

In common with all great reformers, Christ felt that honesty in word and deed was the fundamental virtue; dishonesty, including affectation, self-consciousness, love of stage effect, the one incurable vice.

It has not gone beyond the 'Honesty is the best policy' idea.

My foolish honesty was all my crime; Then hear my story.

If we say "Honesty is the best policy," we speak abstractly.

He comes to him that calls loudest, not first; he takes a broken head patiently, but the knave he feels it not; utmost honesty is good fellowship, and he speaks northern, what countryman soever.

He had a deep, true, living conscience; honesty was his polar star.

He who refrains from that which is contrary to duty, no matter from what motivesas, for example, the shopkeeper who does not cheat because he knows that honesty is the best policyreceives moderate praise for irreproachable outward behavior.

But with the supremacy gained by science, the introduction of the one-price system in business, and the gradually growing conviction that honesty is man's most valuable asset, we behold light at the end of the tunnel.

Redeem me at the base price of dis-loyalty? Must my undoubted honesty be thy Bawd too? Go and intwine thy self about that body; Tell her, for my life thou hast lost thine honour, Pull'd all thy vows from heaven, basely, most basely Stoop'd to the servile flames of that foul woman, To add an hour to me that hate thee for it, Know thee not again, nor name thee for a Husband.

HONESTY "He's an honest young man" said the saloon keeper, with an approving smile.

But here his father stepped in at the door,a fine, sturdy, handsome farmer, one of New England's model men, whose honesty was a proverb, and whose goodness a reliance to every creature in Greenfield.

Honesty to him is nice singularity, repentance superstitious melancholy, gravity dulness, and all virtue an innocent conceit of the base-minded.

Honesty is an old-fashioned coat.

In his Arator (1817) Col. John Taylor of Caroline says of agricultural slaves: "The best source for securing their happiness, their honesty and their usefulness is their food....

And the so-called brutal honesty of man is only brutal want of tact.

They say that honesty and politics are two different things.