To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth strength, Gives, in your weakness, strength unto your foe. υ. Richard II. Act III. Sc. 2. Truly, the hearts of men are full of fear: x. Macbeth. Act III. Sc. 2. You can behold such sights, And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks, When mine is blanch'd with fear. Macbeth. Act III. Sc. 4. y. Or last, your fine Egyptian cookery Shall have the fame. I have heard that Julius Cæsar Grew fat with feasting there. C. Antony and Cleopatra, Act II. Sc. 6. Each man to his stool, with that spur as he would to the lip of his mistress; your diet shall be in all places alike. Make not a city feast of it, to let the meat cool ere we can agree upon the first place. d. Timon of Athens. Act III. Sc. 6. My cake is dough: But I'll in among the rest; Out of hope of all, but my share of the feast. e. Taming of the Shrew. Act V. Sc. 1. Our feasts In every mess have folly, and the feeders f. Winter's Tale. Act IV. Sc. 3. FICKLENESS. A man so various that he seem'd to be, 7. DRYDEN-Absalom and Achitophel. He cast off his friends, as a huntsman his pack, For he knew when he pleased, he could whistle them back. Henry VI. Pt. II. Act II. Sc. 8. Fickleness is the source of every misfortune, that threatens us. q. SPIEGEL. FIDELITY. True as the needle to the pole, Or as the dial to the sun. No man can mortgage his injustice as a pawn for his fidelity. S. EDMUND BURKE-Reflections on the Then come the wild weather, come sleet or come snow, We will stand by each other, however it blow. t. SIMON DACH-Annie of Tharaw. For life to come is false to the past sweet น. To a SYDNEY DOBELL- Sonnet. Friend in Bereavement. Faithfulness can feed on suffering, And knows no disappointment. v. GEORGE ELIOT-Spanish Gypsy. Bk. L. As when the salmon seeks a fresher stream to find, Which hither from the sea comes yearly by his kind, As he tow'rds season grows; and stems the wat'ry tract Where Tivy, falling down, makes an high cataract, Forced by the rising rocks that there her course oppose, As though within her bounds they meant her to inclose; Here, when the labouring fish does at the foot arrive, And finds that by his strength he does but vainly strive; His tail takes in his mouth, and bending like a bow That's to full compass drawn, aloft himself doth throw- Then springing at his height, as doth a little wand That, bended end to end, and started from man's hand, Far off itself doth cast, so does the salmon vault; And if at first he fail, his second summer Cut off my head, and singular I am, What is my head cut off? A sounding sea; The silver eel, in shining volums roll'd, The yellow carp, in scales bedropp'd with gold, Swift trouts, diversified with crimson stains, And pikes, the tyrants of the wat'ry plains. ს. POPE-- Windsor Forest. Line 141. "Tis true, no Turbots, dignify my boards, But gudgeons, flounders, what my Thames affords. The Flatterer has not an Opinion good enough either of himself or others. и. DE LA BRUYERE-The Characters or Manners of the Present Age. Ch. XII. Greatly his foes he dreads, but most his friends, He hurts the most who lavishly commends. No adulation; 'tis the death of virtue; w. HANNAH MORE- Daniel. But when I tell him he hates flatterers, He says he does; being then most flattered. x. Julius Cæsar. Act II. Sc. 1. By heaven, I cannot flatter; I defy For mine is the old belief, That, midst your sweets and midst your bloom, There's a soul in every leaf! 1. M. M. BALLOU-Flowers. As for marigolds, poppies, hollyhocks, and valorous sunflowers, we shall never have a garden without them, both for their own sake, and for the sake of old-fashioned folks, who used to love them. m. HENRY WARD BEECHER-Star Papers. A Discourse of Flowers. Flowers have an expression of countenance as much as men or animals. Some seem to smile; some have a sad expression; some are pensive and diffident; others again are plain, honest and upright, like the broad-faced sunflower and the hollyhock. N. HENRY WARD BEECHER--Star Papers. A Discourse of Flowers. Flowers are Love's truest language; they betray, Like the divining rods of Magi old, Where precious wealth lies buried, not of gold, But love-strong love, that never can decay! PARK BENJAMIN-Sonnet. Flowers Love's Truest Language. 0. Sleepy poppies nod upon their stems; ANNE E. BLEECKER-On her return to |