To vow, and swear, and superpraise my parts,
When, I am sure, you hate me with your hearts.
SHAKS.: _Mid. N. Dream,_ Act iii., Sc. 2.
Never can true reconcilement grow
Where wounds of deadly hate have pierc'd so deep.
MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 98.
There was a laughing devil in his sneer,
That rais'd emotions both of rage and fear;
And where his frown of hatred darkly fell,
Hope withering fled, and Mercy sigh'd farewell!
BYRON: _Corsair,_ Canto i., St. 9.
He who surpasses or subdues mankind
Must look down on the hate of those below.
BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iii., St. 45.