Seek not thou to find

The sacred counsels of almighty mind;

Involv'd in darkness lies the great decree, Nor can the depths of fate be pierc'd by thee. 1630

My fate depends alone on you,

Pope: Iliad. Bk. i. Line 704

I am but what you make me:
Divinely blest if you prove true,
Undone if you forsake me.

1631

Fate steals along with silent tread,
Found oftenest in what least we dread;
Frowns in the storm with angry brow,
But in the sunshine strikes the blow.
1632

Bohn: Ms.

Cowper: Raven. Line 36.

beautiful, awful Summer day,
What hast thou given, what taken away?
Life and death, and love and hate,
Homes made happy or desolate,
Hearts made sad or gay!

1633

All are architects of Fate,

Longfellow: Sundown.

Working in these walls of Time:
Some with massive deeds and great,
Some with ornaments of rhyme.
1634
Longfellow: The Builders. St. 1.
Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing,
Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness;
So on the ocean of life we pass and speak one another,
Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.
1635 Longfellow: T. of a Wayside Inn. Elizabeth. Pt. iv.
He must needs go that the devil drives.

George Peele: Edward I.

1636 Fair or foul the lot apportioned life on earth, we bear alike. 1637 Robert Browning: La Saisiaz. Line 199.

Things are where things are, and, as fate has willed,
So shall they be fulfilled.

1638

Robert Browning: Agamemnon.

FATHER - see Child, Mother, Parents.

It is a wise father that knows his own child. 1639

Shaks.: Mer. of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 2

Methinks a father

Is, at the nuptial of his son, a guest

That best becomes the table.

1640

Shaks.: Wint. Tale. Act iv. Sc. 3

To you your father should be as a god;

One that compos'd your beauties; yea, and one,
To whom you are but as a form in wax,
By him imprinted, and within his power
To leave the figure, or disfigure it.

1641 Fathers that wear rags do make their children blind : But fathers that bear bags shall see their children kind. 1642 Shaks.: King Lear. Act ii. Sc. 4.

Shaks.: Mid. N. Dream. Act i. Sc. 1

If there be a human tear

From passion's dross refin'd and clear,

'Tis that which pious fathers shed Upon a duteous daughter's head.

1643

Scott: Lady of the Lake. Canto ii. St. 22

The child is father of the man.

1644

Wordsworth: My Heart Leaps Up. Line 7.

FAULTS- see Error.

Oftentimes excusing of a fault

Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse;
As patches, set upon a little breach,

Discredit more, in hiding of the fault,
Than did the fault before it was so patch'd.
1645

Shaks.: King John. Act iv. Sc. 2.

Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud;
Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun;
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud;
All men make faults.

1646

In other men we faults can spy,

Shaks.: Sonnet XXXV.

And blame the mote that dims their eye;
Each little speck and olemish find:
To our own stronger errors blind.
1647

FAVOR.

Gay: Fables. Pt. i. Fable xxxviii.

Who builds his hope in air of your good looks,
Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast;

Ready, with every nod, to tumble down

Into the fatal bowels of the deep.

1648

Shaks.: Richard III. Act iii. Sc. 4

Poor wretches, that depend

On greatness' favor, dream as I have done;
Wake, and find nothing. But, alas, I swerve.
Many dream not to find, neither deserve,
And yet are steep'd in favors.

1649

Shaks.: Cymbeline. Act v. Sc. 4

'Tis the curse of service;

Preferment goes by letter, and affection,

And not by old gradation, where each second
Stood heir to the first.

1650

Shaks.: Othello. Act i. Sa 1

"Tis ever thus when favors are denied;
All had been granted but the thing we beg;
And still some great unlikely substitute,
Your life, your soul, your all of earthly good,
Is proffer'd in the room of one small boon.

1651

FAWNING

Joanna Baillie: Basil. Act ii. Sc. 2

see Flattery, Hypocrisy.

And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee,
Where thrift may follow fawning.

1652

Shaks.: Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2. You play the spaniel,

Shaks.: Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 2.

And think with wagging of your tongue to win me.

1653

FEAR- --see Alarm, Danger.

In time we hate that which we often fear.

And make my seated heart knock at my ribs,
Against the use of nature?

Shaks.: Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3

1656

Why, what should be the fear?

I do not set my life at a pin's fee;
And, for my soul, what can it do to that,
Being a thing immortal as itself?

1657

Shaks.: Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4.

When our actions do not, Our fears do make us traitors. 1658

Shaks.: Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 2.

Those linen cheeks of thine

Are counsellors to fear. 1659

Shaks.: Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 3.

There is not such a word Spoke of in Scotland, as this term of fear. 1660

Shaks.: 1 Henry IV. Act iv. Sc. 1

Shaks.: 1 Henry VI. Act v. Sc. 2

Of all base passions fear is most accurs'd. 1661

So, though he posted e'er so fast,
His fear was greater than his haste;
For fear, though fleeter than the wind,
Believes 'tis always left behind.

1662
The clouds dispell'd, the sky resum'd her light,
And Nature stood recover'd of her fright.
But fear, the last of ills, remain'd behind,
And horror heavy sat on every mind.

Butler: Hudibres. Pt. iii. Canto iii. Line 63

1663 Desponding fear, of feeble fancies full, Weak and unmanly, loosens ev'ry power. 1664

Dryden: Theodore and Honoria. Linc 336

Thomson: Seasons. Spring. Line 286

Must I consume my life this little life,
In guarding against all may make it less?
It is not worth so much!-- it were to die
Before my hour, to live in dread of death.
1665

Byron: Sardanapalus. Act i. Sc. 1

Tis well, my soul shakes off its load of care; 'Tis only the obscure is terrible,

Imagination frames events unknown,

In wild fantastic shapes of hideous ruin,
And what it fears creates.

1666

FEASTING-
-see Dinner.

Hannah More: Belshazzar. Pt. i

The latter end of a fray, and the beginning of a feast,
Fits a dull fighter, and a keen guest.
1667

Shaks.: 1 Henry IV. Act iv. Sc. 2

to dine.

Their various cares in one great point combine
The business of their lives, that is

1668

Young: Love of Fame. Satire iii. Line 75

Blest be those feasts with simple plenty crown'd,
Where all the ruddy family around

Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail,

Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale.

1669

FEELING.

Goldsmith: Traveller. Line 17

The soul of music slumbers in the shell,

Till wak'd and kindled by the master's spell,

And feeling hearts- touch them but lightly - pour

A thousand melodies unheard before.

1670

The deepest ice which ever froze
Can only o'er the surface close;
The living stream lies quick below,
And flows, and cannot cease to flow.
1671

Rogers: Human Life

Byron: Parisina. St. 20

But spite of all the criticising elves,

Those who would make us feel, must feel themselves. 1672 Churchill: Rosciad. Line 961

Their cause I plead, — plead it in heart and mind,

A fellow-feeling makes one wondrous kind.

1673 Garrick: Prologue on Quitting the Stage. June, 1776 Feeling is deep and still; and the word that floats on the surface

Is as the tossing buoy, that betrays where the anchor is hidden.

1674 Longfellow: Evangeline. Pt. Second. ii. Line 112.

FEET

see Dancing.

Like snails did creep her pretty feet

A little out, and then,

As if they played at bo-peep,

Did soon draw in again.

1675

Herrick: Aph. Upon Her Feet.

A foot more light, a step more true,

Ne'er from the heath-flow'r dash'd the dew;
Ev'n the slight harebell raised its head,

Elastic from her airy tread.

1676

FICKLENESS

Scott: Lady of the Lake. Canto i. St. 18

see Deceit, Flirtation.

A man so various, that he seem'd to be but all mankind's epitome:

Not one,

Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong;
Was everything by starts, and nothing long;
But, in the course of one revolving moon,

Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon :

Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking,
Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.

1677 Dryden: Absalom and Achitophel. Pt. i. Line 545 Papillia, wedded to her amorous spark,

Sighs for the shades -"How charming is a park?"

A park is purchas'd,
All bath'd in tears

1678

FICTION -see Books.

but the fair he sees

"O odious, odious trees!"

Pope: Moral Essays. Epis. ii. Line 37

When fiction rises pleasing to the eye,

Men will believe, because they love the lie;
But truth herself, if clouded with a frown,

Must have some solemn proof to pass her down.

1679

Churchill: Epis. to Hogarth. Line 291