Unblemished let me live, or die unknown;
Oh, grant an honest fame, or grant me none.
POPE, Temple of Fame, lines 523, 524
Man dreams of Fame while woman wakes to love.
TENNYSON, Merlin and Vivien, line 458

Fame is the shade of immortality,
And in itself a shadow.

YOUNG, Night Thoughts, VII, lines 365, 366 Familiar. Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. SHAKESPEARE, Hamlet, i, 3 Family. I go for the man with the gallery of family portraits against the one with the twenty-five-cent daguerreotype, unless I find out that the last is the better of the two.- HOLMES, Autocrat of the Breakfast-Table, i I awoke one morning and found myself famous. BYRON, Life, by T. Moore, xiv

Famous.

If thou wilt be constant then,
And faithful of thy word,
I'll make thee glorious by my pen,
And famous by my sword.
I'll serve thee in such noble ways
Was never heard before;
I'll crown and deck thee with all bays,
And love thee evermore.

JAMES GRAHAM, MARQUIS OF MONTROSE,
My Dear and Only Love, st. 5

Fancy.

Gloomy as usual, . .
Brooding on fancy's eggs.

GEORGE MACDONALD, Within and Without, i, 1

Chewing the food [cud] of sweet and bitter fancy.
SHAKESPEARE, As You Like It, iv, 3

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

It is engendered in the eyes,
With gazing fed; and fancy dies
In the cradle where it lies.

Let us all ring fancy's knell:
I'll begin it,- Ding, dong, bell.

SHAKESPEARE, Merchant of Venice, iii, 2

Farewell.— But still her lips refused to send - "Farewell!" For in that word - that fatal word - howe'er

We promise - hope believe there breathes despair.
BYRON, The Corsair, Canto i, st. 15

Farewell! but whenever you welcome the hour, That awakens the night-song of mirth in your bower, Then think of the friend who once welcomed it too, And forgot his own griefs to be happy with you.

T. MOORE, Farewell!— But Whenever, etc., st. 1 Farewell, my best beloved; beloved, fare thee well! I may not mourn where thou dost weep, nor be where thou dost dwell;

But when the friend I trusted all coldly turns away, When the warmest feelings wither, and the dearest hopes decay, To thee be,

to thee - thou knowest, whate'er my lot may

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For comfort and for happiness, my spirit turns to thee. PRAED, TO st. 6

Oh, now, for ever

Farewell the tranquil mind! farewell content!
Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars,
That make ambition virtue! oh, farewell!
Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump,
The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife,
The royal banner, and all quality,

Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war!
And O you mortal engines, whose rude throats
The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit,
Farewell! Othello's occupation's gone.

Whether we shall meet again I know not. Therefore our everlasting farewell take: For ever, and for ever, farewell, Cassius! If we do meet again, why, we shall smile; If not, why then, this parting was well made. SHAKESPEARE, Julius Cæsar, v, I

SHAKESPEARE, Othello, iii, 3

Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing. SHAKESPEARE, Sonnet lxxxvii

Fashion. The fashion wears out more apparel than the man. SHAKESPEARE, Much Ado about Nothing, iii, 3

Fashions.

In words, as fashions, the same rule will hold;
Alike fantastic if too new or old:
Be not the first by whom the new are tried,
Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.

POPE, Essay on Criticism, lines 333-336

Old fashions please me best.

SHAKESPEARE, Taming of the Shrew, iii, 1

Fast. Fast bind, fast find;

A proverb never stale in thrifty mind.

SHAKESPEARE, Merchant of Venice, ii, 5

Fat.- Who drives fat oxen should himself be fat.
SAMUEL JOHNSON, Life, by Boswell, 1784

Let me have men about me that are fat:
Sleek-headed men and such as sleep o' nights:
Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look;
He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.

.

Would he were fatter! But I fear him not:
Yet, if my name were liable to fear,

I do not know the man I should avoid

As fat as butter.

So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much;
He is a great observer, and he looks
Quite through the deeds of men.

SHAKESPEARE, Julius Cæsar, i, 2

SHAKESPEARE, King Henry IV, Part I, ii, 4

If to be fat be to be hated, then Pharaoh's lean kine are to be loved.

Ibid.

Fate. He either fears his fate too much,

Or his deserts are small,

That dares not put it to the touch,

To win or lose it all.

JAMES GRAHAM,

MARQUIS OF MONTROSE, My Dear and Only Love, st. 2

It matters not how strait the gate,

How charged with punishments the scroll,

I am the master of my fate;

I am the captain of my soul.!

W. E. HENLEY, Out of the Night That Covers Me, st. 4

1 Arise, O soul, and gird thee up anew,
Though the black camel Death kneel at thy gate;
No beggar thou that thou for alms shouldst sue;

Be the proud captain still of thine own fate!

Cf. FORTUNE.

J. B. KENYON, A Challenge

O God! that one might read the book of fate!1
SHAKESPEARE, King Henry IV, Part II, iii, 1

Before I trust my fate to thee,

Or place my hand in thine,
Before I let thy future give

Colour and form to mine,

Before I peril all for thee, question thy soul to-night for
A. A. PROCTER, A Woman's Question, st. 1

me.

There is no armour against fate;
Death lays his icy hand on kings.

J. SHIRLEY, Dirge: Death the Leveller, st. 1

This net [of fate] was twisted by the sisters three;
Which, when once cast o'er hardened wretch, too late
Repentance comes: replevy cannot be
From the strong iron grasp of vengeful destiny.
THOMSON, Castle of Indolence, ii, 32

The farthest from the fear

Are often nearest to the stroke of fate.

Father.

Fates. Men at some time are masters of their fates:
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.'

YOUNG, Night Thoughts, V, lines 790, 791

SHAKESPEARE, Julius Cæsar, i, 2

Father of all, in ev'ry age,
In ev'ry clime adored,
By saint, by savage, and by sage,
Jehovah, Jove, or Lord!

POPE, The Universal Prayer, st. 1

God help thee, poor monkey! But how wilt thou do for a father? SHAKESPEARE, Macbeth, iv, 2

It is a wise father that knows his own child.
SHAKESPEARE, Merchant of Venice, ii, 2

Fate,

1 Heav'n from all creatures hides the book
All but the page prescribed, their present state.

POPE, Essay on Man, Epistle i, lines 77, 78

2 Man is his own star, and the soul that can
Render an honest and a perfect man
Commands all light, all influence, all fate.
Nothing to him falls early, or too late.

J. FLETCHER, Upon an Honest Man's Fortune

It is the stars, The stars above us, govern our conditions.-SHAKESPEARE, King Lear, iv, 3 'Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus.-SHAKESPEARE, Othello, i, 3

Fathers.

Thy free, proud fathers slumber at thy side;
Live as they lived, or perish as they died!
HOLMES, A Rhymed Lesson, st. 71

Fault.

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 patched.
SHAKESPEARE, King John, iv, 2

Every man has his fault, and honesty is his.
SHAKESPEARE, Timon of Athens, iii, 1
Faultless. Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see,
Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be.1
POPE, Essay on Criticism, lines 253, 254

Faultily faultless, icily regular, splendidly null,
Dead perfection, no more.
TENNYSON, Maud, ii

Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride,
Might hide her faults, if belles had faults to hide:
If to her share some female errors fall,
Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all.

POPE, Rape of the Lock, ii, lines 15-18

A friendly eye could never see such faults.
SHAKESPEARE, Julius Cæsar, iv,

3

Oh, what a world of vile ill-favoured faults
Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year.
SHAKESPEARE, Merry Wives of Windsor, iii, 4

Fear. Early and provident fear is the mother of safety.
BURKE, On the Unitarian Petition, May 11, 1792

Like one, that on a lonesome road

Doth walk in fear and dread,

And having once turned round walks on,
And turns no more his head;
Because he knows, a frightful fiend
Doth close behind him tread.

COLERIDGE, Ancient Mariner, lines 446-451

In the night, imagining some fear,
How easy is a bush supposed a bear!

Feared.

SHAKESPEARE, Midsummer-Night's Dream, v, I
Wheresoever he appeared,
Full twenty times was Peter feared
For once that Peter was respected.

WORDSWORTH, Peter Bell, i, st. 3

Tis true, perfection none must hope to find
In all this world, much less in womankind.

POPE, January and May, lines 190, 191