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
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,
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'llI'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
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.
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',