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Tell me, where is fancy bred,
Or in the heart, or in the head ?
How begot, how nourished ?

Song, Merchant of Venice, act 3, sc. 2.
In maiden meditation, fancy free.

SHAKSPERE, Midsummer Night's Dream, act 2, sc. 2. O thou, whom, borne on fancy's eager wing.

CowPER'S Triconium.
And now on fancy's easy wing convey'd.
Pope, Dunciad, bk. 3, line 13.

As through the falling glooms
Pensive I stray, or with the rising dawn
On fancy's eagle-wing excursive soar.

THOMPSON's Summer, line 196.

Far in the windings of a vale,

Fast by a sheltering wood,
The safe retreat of health and peace,
An humble cottage stood.

MALLET, Edwin and. Emma.

Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness !

SHAKSPERE, Henry 8, act 3, sc. 2.
Farewell the tranquil mind'l farewell content !
Farewell the plumed troops, and the big wars,
That make ambition virtue!

SHAKSPERE, Othello, act 3, sc. 3:

Fast bind, fast find.
CHURCHILL, The Ghost, bk. 4.

Fast bind, fast find;
A proverb never stale in thrifty mind,

SHAKSPERE, Merchant of Venice, act 2, sc. š.

Fat paunches have lean pates; and dainty bits
Make rich the ribs, but bankerout the wits.

SAAKSPERE, Love's Labour Lost, act 1, sc. 1.

Father of light and life I thou God Supreme !
0, teach me what is good ! teach me thyself !
Save me from folly, vanity, and vice,
From every low pursuit ! and feed my soul
With knowledge, conscious peace, and virtue pure
Sacred, substantial, never-fading bliss !

THOMSON, Winter.

FAULTS OF OURSELVES AND OTHERS. Every man has a bag hanging before him, in which he puts his neighbours' faults, and another behind him in which he stows his own.

KNIGHT's Shakspere, Coriolanus, act 2, sc. 1, in notis.
Other men's sins we ever bear in mind ;
None sees the fardel of his faults behind.

HERRICK's Hesp. Aphorisms, No. 182. O, that you could turn your eyes towards the napes of your necks, and make but an interior survey of your good selves.

SHAKSPERE, Coriolanus, supra,

O wad some pow'r the giftie gie us,
To see oursels as others see us !
It wad frae monie a blunder free us

And foolish notion. BURNS, To a Louse. And why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother's eye, but perceivest not the beam that is in thine own eye?

ST. LUKE, C. 6, v. 41.
For wherefore, while you carelessly pass by
Your own worst vices with unheeding eye,
Why so sharpsighted in another's fame,
Strong as an eagle's ken, or dragon's beam ?

FRANCIB' Horace, bk. 1, sat. 3, line 35.


Fearfully wise, he shakes his empty head,
And deals out empires as he deals out thread.


FILL THE BOWL. Fill the bowl with Rosy wine.

A GLEE, Cowley's Epicure, 8.

Fine by degrees and beautifully less.

PRIOR, Henry and Emma.
Fine by defect, and delicately weak.

POPE, Moral Essays, Epi. 2, line 43.
Fine words, I wonder where you stole 'em..

SWIFT, Whitshed's Motto.

FIRE. Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land.

Pope's Prologue to Satires.

FOOD. Food for powder, food for powder.

SHAKSPERE, King Henry 4th, pt. 1, act 4, sc. 2. Even in its treasures he could find, Food for the fever of his mind.

Scott, Lady of the Lake, canto 3, stanza 6.

FOOL. A fool, a fool! I met a fool i'the forest, A motley fool ; a miserable world : As I do live by food, I met a fool : Who laid him down and bask'd him in the sun, And rail'd on lady fortune in good terms, In good set terms.

SHAKSPERE, As you like it, act 2, sc. 7.

FOOLS RUSH IN. Nay, fly to Altars ; there they'll talk you dead, For fools rush in, where Angels fear to tread.

Pope on Criticism, line 624.


For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight, His can't be wrong, whose life is in the right.

Pope, Essay on Man, Epi. 3, line 305.

Shame on that narrow mind so often known,
Which in one mode of faith owns worth alone.

SAVAGE, Character of Mr. Foster, line 49.

FOR THIS, &c, For this relief, much thanks.

SHAKSPERE, Hamlet, act 1, sc. 1.

FORC’Ð, &c.
Forc'd from their homes a melancholy train,
To traverse climes beyond the western main.

GOLDSMITH, The Traveller.


Fortune favours the bold.

YONGE's Cicero, De finibus, bk. 3, div. 4. A better fortune will be following a lamentable beginning.

RILEY's Ovid's Met. p. 249.
Fortune in men has some small difference made,
One flaunts in rags, one flutters in brocade.

Pope, Essay on Man, Epi. 4, s. 1, line 195.

Sooth'd with the sound, the king grew vain,

Fought all his battles o'er again ;
And thrice he routed all his foes,
And thrice he slew the slain.

DRYDEN, Alexander's Feast, song 14, v. 4.

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