Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war! SHAKSPERE.-Othello. Act III. Scene 3. (To Iago.) See Sheridan's parody on these Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness! SHAKSPERE.-King Henry VIII. Act III. FAST.-Fast bind, fast find. CHURCHILL.-The Ghost, Book IV. Fast bind, fast find; A proverb never stale in thrifty mind. SHAKSPERE.-Merchant of Venice, Act II. As Tammie glowr'd, amazed and curious, The mirth and fun grew fast and furious. FASTING.-Who can believe with common sense, Does he regard on what we dine? SWIFT.-Epigram, from the French. FATE.-All human things are subject to decay, With equal pace, impartial fate Knocks at the palace as the cottage gate. FRANCIS.-HORACE, Book I. Ode IV. Line 17. FATE.-Fate steals along with silent tread, Frowns in the storm with angry brow, COWPER.-Tale of the Raven, Line 36. To bear is to conquer our fate. CAMPBELL.-On visiting a scene in Argyleshire, Matrons, who toss the cup, and see The grounds of Fate in grounds of Tea. CHURCHILL.-The Ghost, Line 117. FATHER-It is a wise father that knows his own child. SHAKSPERE.-Merchant of Venice, Act II. Scene 2. (Launcelot.) No one ever knew his own father. BUCKLEY'S Homer. The Odyssey, Book I. 1. Art thou his father? 2. Ay, sir; so his mother says, if I may believe her. SHAKSPERE. Taming of the Shrew, Act V. My father, Methinks, I see my father. SHAKSPERE. Hamlet, Act I. Scene 2. I know you are a faithful servant, Mr. Smith, I know you are, -but you-you are not a father! HOLCROFT.-The Road to Ruin, Act I. Scene 1. 1. I'll never speak to you more. 2. Bid me good-night, sir. Mr. Sulky here will bid me goodnight, and you are my father! HOLCROFT.-The Road to Ruin, Act I. Scene 1. Oh, who would be a father! HOLCROFT.-The Road to Ruin, Act V. Scene 2; Oh, who would not be a father! HOLCROFT.-The Road to Ruin, Act V. Scene 2. SHAKSPERE.-Anthony and Cleopatra, Act I. 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.-Chap. VI. Verse 41. The faults of our neighbours with freedom we blame, CUNNINGHAM.-The Fox, the Cat, and the Spider; Other men's sins we ever bear in mind; HERRICK.-Hesperides, Aphorisms, No. 182. 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 II. Scene 1. 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, Act II. Scene 1. (Menenius to Brutus.) In other men we faults can spy, And blame the mote that dims their eye, To our own stronger errors blind. GAY.-Fable XXXVIII. Line 1. "Tis a meaner part of sense To find a fault than taste an excellence. ROCHESTER.-An Epilogue, Line 6. FAULTS-None, none descends into himself, to find DRYDEN'S Persius.-Sat. IV. Is she not a wilderness of faults and follies? SHERIDAN.-The Duenna, Act I. Scene 2. Then gently scan your brother man, Tho' they may gang a kennin' wrang; BURNS.-Address to the Unco Guid, Verse 7. They, then, who of each trip the advantage take, 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. Breathe his faults so quaintly, That they may seem the taints of liberty: The flash and outbreak of a fiery mind. SHAKSPERE. Hamlet, Act II. Scene 1. Bad men excuse their faults, good men will leave them. FAVOURITE.-Eight times emerging from the flood, Some speedy aid to send. No Dolphin came, no Nereid stirr❜d, A favourite has no friend! GRAY.-On a Favourite Cat drowned, Verse 6. FEAR.-The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom. PSALM CXI. Verse 10. The fear of God is freedom, joy, and peace; And makes all ills that vex us here to cease. WALLER.-The Fear of God, Canto I. Line 1. FEAR.-Have you not mark'd a partridge quake, Viewing the towering falcon nigh? She criddles low behind the brake: Nor would she stay; nor dares she fly. "Tis listening fear, and dumb amazement all. THOMSON.-Summer. Hang those that talk of fear. SHAKSPERE.-Macbeth, Act V. Scene 3. Yet I do fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness, SHAKSPERE.-Macbeth, Act I. Scene 5. (Lady Macbeth reading her husband's Letter.) FEAST.-There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl, POPE.-Horace imitated, Sat. I. Line 127. The latter end of a fray, and the beginning of a feast, SHAKSPERE.-King Henry IV. Part I. Act IV. They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps. SHAKSPERE.-Love's Labour's Lost, Act V. FEEL.-But spite of all the criticising elves, The well-sung woes will soothe my pensive ghost; FEELING.-A vet'ran see! whose last act on the stage A fellow-feeling makes one wondrous kind! GARRICK.-Prologue to "The Wonder," a play by MRS. CENTLIVRE. MURPHY'S Life of Garrick, Vol. II. Page 131. |