hail quotes

Ave Caesar, morituri te salutant! Hail Caesar, we who are about to die salute you!

-Anonymous
Traditional formula for gladiators saluting the emperor. One source for the expression is Suetonius Claudius 21:'Ave Imperator, morituri te salutant', ('Hail Emperor, we salute you, we who are about to die!').

Behold, I lay in Zion for a foundation a stone, a tried stone, a precious corner stone, a sure foundation: hethat believeth shall not make haste.Judgment also will I lay to the line, and righteousness to the plummet: and the hail shall sweep away the refuge of lies, and the waters shall overflow the hiding place.

-Bible (Old Testament)
Isaiah 28:16^17.

Hail Mary, quite contrary!

- (Henry) Graham Greene
  Our Man in Havana, pt.1, ch.2.

   Hail nothing full of nothing, nothing is with thee.

- Ernest Millar Hemingway
  Endof theolder waiter's'nada'prayer. Winner TakeNothing, 'A Clean, Well-Lighted Place'.

All my house, But now, steamed like a bath with her thick breath. A lawyer could not have been heard; nor scarce Another woman, such a hail of words She has let fall.

- Ben Jonson
  Of Lady Politic Would-be. Volpone, act 3, sc.5.

'O, pa!' he cried.'Don't beat me, pa! And I'll†I'll saya Hail Mary for you† I'll saya Hail Mary for you, pa, if you don't beat me.'

-James Augustine Aloysius Joyce
  Dubliners,'Counterparts'.

Thou art a beaten dog beneath the hail, A swollen magpie in a fitful sun, Half black half white Nor knowst'ou wing from tail Pull down thy vanity.

- Ezra Loomis Pound
  The Pisan Cantos, no.81.

   Hail to the Chief who in honour advances! Honoured and bless'd be the evergreen Pine!

- Sir Walter Scott
  The Lady of the Lake, canto 2, stanza19,'Boat Song'.

I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.

- Percy Bysshe Shelley
  'The Cloud'.

Hail fellow, well met, All dirty and wet: Find out, if you can, Who's master, who's man.

-Jonathan Swift
  'My Lady's Lamentation', l.171.

I am going a long way With these thou se'stif indeed I go (For all my mind is clouded with a doubt) To the island-valley of Avilion; Where falls not hail, or rain, or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly; but it lies Deep-meadowed, happy, fair with orchard lawns And bowery hollows crowed with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.

-Tennyson
  Idylls of the King,'The Passing of Arthur', l.424^32.