Too much honor:
O, 'tis a burthen, ... 'tis a burthen,
Too heavy for a man that hopes for heaven.
SHAKS.: _Henry VIII.,_ Act iii., Sc. 2.
Honor travels in a strait so narrow,
Where one but goes abreast: keep then the path.
SHAKS.: _Troil, and Cress.,_ Act iii., Sc. 3.
Honor's a fine imaginary notion,
That draws in raw and unexperienced men
To real mischiefs, while they hunt a shadow.
ADDISON: _Cato,_ Act ii., Sc. 5.
Honor and shame from no condition rise;
Act well your part, there all the honor lies.
POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. iv., Line 193.
His honor rooted in dishonor stood,
And faith unfaithful kept him falsely true.
TENNYSON: _Idyls, Elaine,_ Line 884.
There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray,
To bless the turf that wraps their clay.
WILLIAM COLLINS: _Ode in 1746._