So false is faction, and so smooth a liar,
As that it never had a side entire.

Daniel.

Seldom is faction's ire in haughty minds
Extinguish'd but by death: it oft, like fire
Suppress'd, breaks forth again, and blazes higher.

Avoid the politic, the factious fool,

The busy, buzzing, talking, harden'd knave;

May.

The quaint smooth rogue, that sins against his reason,

Calls saucy loud sedition public zeal:

And mutiny the dictates of his spirit.

Otway.

FADE.

FAREWELL ye gilded follies! pleasing troubles;
Farewell ye honour'd rags, ye glorious bubbles;
Fame's but a hollow echo, gold pure clay,
Honour the darling but of one short day;
Beauty th' eye's idol, but a damask'd skin;
State, but a golden prison to live in

And torture free-born minds; embroidered trains
Merely but pageants for proud swelling veins;
And blood, allied to greatness, is alone
Inherited, not purchas'd, nor our own.

Fame, honour, beauty, state, train, blood, and birth,
Are but the fading blossoms of the earth.
Sir H. Wotton.

The stars shall fade away, the sun himself
Grow dim with age, and nature sink in years.

Narcissus' change to the vain virgin shows
Who trusts in beauty, trusts the fading rose.

Restless anxiety, forlorn despair,
And all the faded family of care.

Addison.

Gay.

Garth.

FAIR. FAIRIES.

FAIR.

His corn and cattle were his only care,
And his supreme delight a country fair.

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Dryden.

In this plain fable you the effect may see
Of negligence and fond credulity;

And learn besides of flatterers to beware,

Then most pernicious when they speak most fair.

Pope.

Fair as the new-born star that gilds the morn.
Pope, from Homer.
Less fair are orchards in their autumn pride,
Adorned with trees on some fair river's side;
Less fair are valleys, their green mantles spread,
Or mountains with tall cedars on their head.

Fair as the first that fell of womankind.

Cowley.
Byron.

Such harmony in motion, speech, and air,
That without fairness, she was more than fair.

FAIRIES.

Crabbe.

THIS is the fairy land; oh, spight of spights,
We talk with goblins, owls, and elvish sprites.

I took it for a fairy vision

Of some gay creatures of the element,
That in the colours of the rainbow live,
And play i' th' plighted clouds.

And now they throng the moonlight glade,
Above-below-on every side,

Their little minim forms array'd

In the tricksy pomp of fairy pride!

Their harps are of the amber shade,
That hides the blush of waking day,

And every gleamy string is made

Shakspere.

Milton.

Of silvery moonshine's lengthen'd ray.-J. R. Drake.

FAITH lights us through the dark to deity;

Whilst, without sight, we witness that she shows More God than in His works our eyes can see, Though none, but by those works, the Godhead knows. Sir W. Davenant.

True faith and reason are the soul's two eyes;
Faith evermore looks upwards and descries
Objects remote; but reason can discover
Things only near-sees nothing that's above her:
They are not matches-often disagree,

And sometimes both are clos'd, and neither see.

Quarles.

Let none seek needless causes to approve
The faith they owe; when earnestly they seek
Such proof, conclude they then begin to fall.-Milton.

Faith builds a bridge across the gulf of death,
To break the shock blind Nature cannot shun,
And lands thought smoothly on the farther shore.

Death's terror is the mountain faith removes,
That mountain-barrier between man and peace:
'Tis faith disarms destruction, and absolves
From every clamorous charge the guiltless tomb.

Young.

But faith, fanatic faith, once wedded fast
To some dear falsehood, hugs it to the last.-Moore.

Thou who in the midnight silence
Lookest to the orbs on high,

Feeling humbled, yet elated,

In the presence of the sky;

Thou, who minglest with thy sadness

Pride ecstatic, awe divine,

That even thou can'st trace their progress,

And the law by which they shine:

Intuition shall uphold thee,

Even though reason drag thee low;
Lean on faith, look up rejoicing,
We are wiser than we know.

C. Mackay.

THERE is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to,
That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,
More pangs and fears than wars or women have;
And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,
Never to hope again.

Shakspere.
I've touch'd the highest point of all my greatness;
And from the full meridian of my glory
I haste now to my setting. I shall full
Like a bright exhalation in the evening,
And no man see me more!

Shakspere.

If the world's age and death be argued well
By the sun's fall, which now toward earth doth bend,
Then might we fear that virtue, since she fell

So low as woman, might be near her end.-Donne.

When once a shaking monarchy declines,
Each thing grows bold, and to its fall combines.

The sturdy oak at length

When force doth fail, though ne'er so tall,
Resigneth up his strength

By boisterous blast unto the fall:
The stately stag in time doth yield
Himself a prey to dogs in field:
The peacock proud, the swelling swan,
At last doth serve the use of man:
Pride, pomp, plumes gay,

Must have a fall whoe'er say nay:-
High minds, state, power,

Shall come to end within an hour.

Crown.

Ralph Norris.

Oh, covet not the throne and crown,
Sigh not for rule and state;

The wise would fling the sceptre down,
And shun the palace gate.

Let wild Ambition wing its flight;
Glory is free to all;

But they who soar a regal height
Will risk a deadly fall.

Eliza Cook.

O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!-Shakspere.

What wit so sharp is found in age or youth,
That can distinguish truth from treachery?
Falsehood puts on the face of simple truth,
And masks i' th' habit of plain honesty,
When she in heart intends most villany.-Sackville.

How false are men, both in their heads and hearts;
And there is falsehood in all trades and arts.
Lawyers deceive their clients by false law;
Priests, by false gods, keep all the world in awe.
For their false tongues such flatt'ring knaves are rais'd,
For their false wit, scribblers by fools are prais'd.

Crown.

Money and man a mutual falsehood show,
Men make false money,-money makes men so.
Aleyn.

Go, bid the needle its dear North forsake,

To which with trembling reverence it doth bend; Go, bid the stones a journey upwards make;

Go, bid th' ambitious flames no more ascend; And when these false to their old motions prove, Then will I cease, thee, thee alone to love.-Cowley.

Then fare thee well-I'd rather make

My bower upon some icy lake,

When thawing suns begin to shine,
Than trust to love so fulse as thine!

Out on our beings' falsehood! studied, cold-
Are we not like that actor of old time,
Who wore his mask so long his features took
Its likeness?

Moore.

Miss Landon.

Fain I would have thee cherish truth,
As leading star in virtue's train;
Folly may pass, nor tarnish youth,
But falsehood leaves a poison-stain.

Eliza Cook.