Set on your foot;

And, with a heart new fir'd, I follow you,
To do I know not what: but it sufficeth,
That Brutus leads me on.

1546 Faith builds a bridge across the gulf of death, To break the shock blind nature cannot shun. 1547

Shaks.: Jul. Cæsar. Act ii. Sc..

Young: Night Thoughts. Night iv. Line 721 Faith is the subtle chain

That binds us to the Infinite: the voice

Of a deep life within.

1548

Elizabeth Oakes Smith: Faith

Bailey: Festus. Proem. Line 84

Faith is a higher faculty than reason.

1549

FAITHFULNESS.

He's true to God who's true to man.

1550 Jas. Russell Lowell: On Capt. of Fugitive Slaves. St. 7

FALL.

Some falls are means the happier to arise.

Shaks.: Cymbeline. Act iv. Sc. 2.

1551 FALSITY -see Deceit, Hypocrisy, Lies.

As false

As air, as water, as wind, as sandy earth;
As fox to lamb; as wolf to heifer's calf;
Pard to the hind, or stepdame to her son.
1552

Shaks.: Troil. and Cress. Act iii. Sc. 2
Had she been true,

If Heaven would make me such another world

Of one entire and perfect chrysolite,

I'd not have sold her for it.

1553

Shaks.: Othello. Act v. Sc. 2.

Falsehood and fraud shoot up in every soil,
The product of all climes.

1554

Addison: Cato. Act iv. Sc 4.

FAME-see Glory, Honor, Reputation.

Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives, Live register'd upon our brazen tombs. 1555

Shaks.: Love's L. Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.

Then shall our names

Familiar in his mouth as household words,

Be in their flowing cups freshly remembered.

1556

Shaks. Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 3.

He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause.

1557

Shaks.: Titus A. Act i. Sc. 2

Death makes no conquest of this conqueror;
For now he lives in fame, though not in life.
1558
Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues
We write in water.

Shaks.: Richard III. Act iii. Sc. 1

1559

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

Shaks.: Jul. Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2

The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones. 1560 Better to leave undone, than by our deed Acquire too high a fame, when him we serve's away. 1561 Shaks. Ant. and Cleo. Act iii. Sc. 1. What shall I do to be forever known, And make the age to come my own? 1562 Fame, if not double-faced, is double-mouthed, And with contrary blast proclaims most deeds: On both his wings, one black, the other white, Bears greatest names in his wild aery flight. 1563 Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind)

Cowley: Motto.

Milton: Samson Agonistes. Line 971.

To scorn delights and live laborious days;
But the fair guerdon when we hope to find,
And think to burst out into sudden blaze,

Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears,
And slits the thin-spun life.

1564

Milton: Lycidas. Line 70

There is a tall long-sided dame,
But wondrous light-ycleped Fame,
That like a thin chameleon boards
Herself on air, and eats her words;
Upon her shoulders wings she wears

Like hanging sleeves, lin'd thro' with ears,
And eyes, and tongues, as poets list,
Made good by deep mythologist.

With these she through the welkin flies,
And sometimes carries truth, oft lies.

1565

Butler: Hudibras. Pt. ii. Canto i. Line 45

If parts allure thee, think how Bacon shined,
The wisest, brightest, meanest of mankind;
Or, ravished with the whistling of a name,
See Cromwell, damned to everlasting fame!
1566
Pope: Essay on Man. Epis. iv. Line 281
What's fame? a fancied life in others' breath,
A thing beyond us, even before our death.
1567

Pope: Essay on Man. Epis. iv. Line 237

As yet a child, nor yet a 100. to fame, I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came. 1568 Pope: Epis. to Arbuthnot. Line 127 Nor fame I slight, nor for her favors call: She comes unlooked for, if she comes at all. 1569

Pope: Temple of Fame. Line 513

Men the most infamous are fond of fame;
And those who fear not guilt, yet start at shame.
1570
Fame is a public mistress, none enjoys,
But, more or less, his rival's peace destroys.
1571

Churchill: The Author. Line 233

Young: Epis. to Pope. Epis. i. Line 25.

With fame, in just proportion, envy grows; The man that makes a character, makes foes. 1572

Young: Epis. to Pope. Epis. i. Line 27.
For what is fame

But the benignant strength of One, transformed
To joy of Many?

1573

George Eliot: Armgart. Sc. 1.

There was a morning when I longed for fame,
There was a noontide when I passed it by,
There is an evening when I think not shame
Its substance and its being to deny ;

For if men bear in mind great deeds, the name
Of him that wrought them shall they leave to die;
Or if his name they shall have deathless writ,
They change the deeds that first ennobled it.

1574

Jean Ingelow: The Star's Monument. St. 81 He left a name, at which the world grew pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale.

1575

Dr. Johnson: Van. of Hum. Wishes. Line 221. The best-concerted schemes men lay for fame Die fast away: only themselves die faster. The far-fam'd sculptor and the laurell'd bard, Those bold insurancers of deathless fame, Supply their little feeble aids in vain.

Blair: Grave. Line 185.

1576
Sepulchral columns wrestle, but in vain,
With all-subduing time; his cankering hand
With calm, deliberate malice wasteth them:
Worn on the edge of days, the brass consumes,
The busto moulders, and the deep-cut marble,
Unsteady to the steel, gives up its charge.
1577

Blair: Grave. Line 200

Beattie: Minstrel. Bk. i. St. 1

Ah! who can tell how hard it is to climb
The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar?

1578

Fame is the thirst of youth, - but I am not
So young as to regard men's frown or smile,
As loss or guerdon of a glorious lot;

I stood and stand alone, remember'd or forgot. 1579 Byron: Ch. Harold. Canto iii. St. 112. I awoke one morning and found myself famous. 1580 Byron: From his Life by Moore. Chap. xiv.

The drying up a single tear has more

Of honest fame than shedding seas of gore.

1581

Byron: Don Juan. Canto viii. St. 3.

What is the end of fame? 'tis but to fill

A certain portion of uncertain paper;

Some liken it to climbing up a hill,

Whose summit, like all hills, is lost in vapor;
For this men write, speak, preach, and heroes kill,
And bards burn what they call their " midnight taper,"
To have, when the original is dust,

A name, a wretched picture, and worse bust.
1582

Byron: Don Juan. Canto i. St. 218.

'Tis as a snowball, which derives assistance
From every flake, and yet rolls on the same,
Even till an iceberg it may chance to grow;
But after all 'tis nothing but cold snow.

1583

Byron: Don Juan. Canto iv. St. 100.

What of them is left, to tell

Where they lie, and how they fell?

Not a stone on their turf, nor a bone in their graves;
But they live in the verse that immortally saves.

1584

Byron: Siege of Corinth. St. 25.

Who grasp'd at earthly fame,

Grasp'd wind; nay worse, a serpent grasp'd, that through His hand slid smoothly, and was gone; but left

A sting behind which wrought him endless pain.

1585

Pollok: Course of Time. Bk. iii. Line 533 Fame lulls the fever of the soul, and makes

Joaquin Miller: Ina. Sc. 4.

Us feel that we have grasp'd an immortality.

1586

Fame is the fragrance of heroic deeds.

1587 Longfellow: Tales of a Wayside Inn. Bell of A. Line 113.

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwreck'd brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.

1588

Longfellow: Psalm of Life.

A lady with her daughters or her nieces,
Shine like a guinea and seven-shilling pieces.

1590

FANCY

Byron: Don Juan. Canto iii. St. 60

- see Imagination.

Tell me, where is fancy bred;

Or in the heart, or in the head?
How begot, how nourishéd?
Reply, reply.

It is engendered in the eyes,

With gazing fed: and fancy dies

In the cradle where it lies.

1591

Shaks.: Mer. of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2. Song

Shaks.: Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3.

The earth hath bubbles, as the water has,
And these are of them.

1592

Two meanings have our lightest fantasies,
One of the flesh, and of the spirit one.

1593

James Russell Lowell: Sonnet xxxiv. Ed. 1844.
Fancy, like the finger of a clock,

Runs the great circuit, and is still at home.

1594

Cowper: Task. Bk. iv. Line 118.

Woe to the youth whom fancy gains,
Winning from Reason's hand the reins,
Pity and woe! for such a mind
Is soft, contemplative, and kind.

1595

Scott: Rokeby. Canto i St. 31

FAREWELL- see Adieu, Haste, Parting.
Farewell! Farewell! Through keen delights
It strikes two hearts, this word of woe.
Through every joy of life it smites,

Why, sometime they will know.

1596

Mary Clemmer: Farewell.

Farewell! The lonely word that parts
Binds two in silence ever fast;

Each throbs to each, these sundered hearts,
One in the sacred past.

1597

Mary Clemmer: Farewell