Chapter 10

Yes,--rather plunge me back in pagan night, And take my chance with Socrates for bliss, Than be the Christian of a faith like this, Which builds on heavenly cant its earthly sway, And in a convert mourns to lose a prey. _Intolerance_. T. MOORE.

And after hearing what our Church can say, If still our reason runs another way, That private reason 'tis more just to curb, Than by disputes the public peace disturb; For points obscure are of small use to learn, But common quiet is mankind's concern. _Religio Laici_. J. DRYDEN.

ETERNITY.

The time will come when every change shall cease, This quick revolving wheel shall rest in peace: No summer then shall glow, nor winter freeze; Nothing shall be to come, and nothing past, But an eternal now shall ever last. _The Triumph of Eternity_. PETRARCH.

Nothing is there to come, and nothing past, But an eternal now does always last. _Davideis, Bk. I_. A. COWLEY.

This speck of life in time's great wilderness, This narrow isthmus 'twixt two boundless seas, The past, the future, two eternities! _Lalla Rookh; The Veiled Prophet of Khorassan_. T. MOORE.

And can eternity belong to me, Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour? _Night Thoughts, Night I_. DR. E. YOUNG.

'Tis the divinity that stirs within us; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And indicates eternity to man. _Cato, Act v. Sc. I_. J. ADDISON.

EVENING.

Sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild; then silent night With this her solemn bird and this fair moon, And these the gems of heaven, her starry train. _Paradise Lost, Bk. IV_. MILTON.

It is the hour when from the boughs The nightingale's high note is heard; It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet in every whispered word. _Parisina_. LORD BYRON.

O, Twilight! Spirit that doth render birth To dim enchantments, melting heaven with earth, Leaving on craggy hills and running streams A softness like the atmosphere of dreams. _Picture of Twilight_. MRS. C. NORTON.

Now came still evening on; and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad: Silence accompanied; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale. _Paradise Lost, Bk. IV_. MILTON.

The pale child, Eve, leading her mother, Night. _A Life Drama_. A. SMITH.

When on the marge of evening the last blue light is broken, And winds of dreamy odor are loosened from afar _When on the Marge of Evening_. L.I. GUINEY.

When day is done, and clouds are low, And flowers are honey-dew, And Hesper's lamp begins to glow Along the western blue; And homeward wing the turtle-doves, Then comes the hour the poet loves. _The Poet's Hour_. G. CROLY.

The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices. _Ulysses_. A. TENNYSON.

The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration. _It is a Beauteous Evening_. W. WORDSWORTH.

EXPECTATION.

'Tis expectation makes a blessing dear; Heaven were not heaven, if we knew what it were. _Against Fruition_. SIR J. SUCKLING.

Oft expectation fails, and most oft there Where most it promises; and oft it hits Where hope is coldest, and despair most fits. _All's Well that Ends Well, Act ii. Sc. 1_. SHAKESPEARE.

Why wish for more? Wishing, of all employments, is the worst; Philosophy's reverse and health's decay. _Night Thoughts, Night IV_. DR. E. YOUNG.

EYE.

A gray eye is a sly eye, And roguish is a brown one; Turn full upon me thy eye,-- Ah, how its wavelets drown one! A blue eye is a true eye; Mysterious is a dark one, Which flashes like a spark-sun! A black eye is the best one. _Oriental Poetry: Mirza Shaffy on Eyes_. W.B. ALGER.

O lovely eyes of azure, Clear as the waters of a brook that run Limpid and laughing in the summer sun! _The Masque of Pandora, Pt. I_. H.W. LONGFELLOW.

Within her tender eye The heaven of April, with its changing light. _The Spirit of Poetry_. H.W. LONGFELLOW.

Her two blue windows faintly she up-heaveth, Like the fair sun, when in his fresh array He cheers the morn, and all the earth relieveth; And as the bright sun glorifies the sky, So is her face illumined with her eye. _Venus and Adonis_. SHAKESPEARE.

Blue eyes shimmer with angel glances, Like spring violets over the lea. _October's Song_. C.F. WOOLSON.

The harvest of a quiet eye, That broods and sleeps OH his own heart. _A Poet Epitaph_. W. WORDSWORTH.

Stabbed with a white wench's black eye. _Romeo and Juliet, Act ii. Sc. 4_. SHAKESPEARE.

Sometimes from her eyes I did receive fair speechless messages. _Merchant of Venice, Act i. Sc. 1_. SHAKESPEARE.

For where is any author in the world Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye? _Love's Labor's Lost, Act iv. Sc. 3_. SHAKESPEARE.

Heart on her lips, and soul within her eyes, Soft as her clime, and sunny as her skies. _Beppo_. LORD BYRON.

The fringed curtains of thine eye advance. _The Tempest, Act i. Sc. 2_. SHAKESPEARE.

Alas! how little can a moment show Of an eye where feeling plays In ten thousand dewy rays; A face o'er which a thousand shadows go. _The Triad_. W. WORDSWORTH.

FACE.

There's no art To find the mind's construction in the face. _Macbeth, Act i. Sc. 4_. SHAKESPEARE.

Your face, my thane, is a book where men May read strange matters. To beguile the time, Look like the time. _Macbeth, Act i. Sc 5_. SHAKESPEARE.

Her face so faire, as flesh it seemed not, But heavenly pourtraict of bright angels' hew, Cleare as the skye withouten blame or blot, Through goodly mixture of complexion's dew. _Faërie Queene, Canto III_. E. SPENSER.

The light upon her face Shines from the windows of another world. Saints only have such faces. _Michael Angelo_. H.W. LONGFELLOW.

Oh! could you view the melody Of every grace, And music of her face. _Orpheus to Beasts_. R. LOVELACE.

A countenance more in sorrow than in anger. _Hamlet, Act i. Sc. 2_. SHAKESPEARE.

In each cheek appears a pretty dimple; Love made those hollows; if himself were slain, He might be buried in a tomb so simple; Foreknowing well, if there he came to lie, Why, there Love lived and there he could not die. _Venus and Adonis_. SHAKESPEARE.

There Affectation, with a sickly mien, Shows in her cheek the roses of eighteen. _Rape of the Lock, Canto IV_. A. POPE.

Sweet, pouting lips, whose color mocks the rose, Rich, ripe, and teeming with the dew of bliss,-- The flower of love's forbidden fruit, which grows Insidiously to tempt us with a kiss. _Tasso's Sonnets_. R.H. WILDE.

Her face betokened all things dear and good, The light of somewhat yet to come was there Asleep, and waiting for the opening day. _Margaret in the Xebec_. J. INGELOW. Her face is like the Milky Way i' the sky,-- A meeting of gentle lights without a name. _Breunoralt_. SIR J. SUCKLING.

A face with gladness overspread! Soft smiles, by human kindness bred! _To a Highland Girl_. W. WORDSWORTH.

FAIRY.

They're fairies! he that speaks to them shall die: I'll wink and couch; no man their sports must eye. _Merry Wives of Windsor, Act v. Sc. 5_. SHAKESPEARE.

This is the fairy land: O, spite of spites! We talk with goblins, owls, and elvish sprites. _Comedy of Errors, Act ii. Sc. 2_. SHAKESPEARE.

In silence sad, Trip we after the night's shade: We the globe can compass soon, Swifter than the wand'ring moon. _Midsummer Night's Dream, Act iv. Sc. 1_. SHAKESPEARE.

Fairies, black, gray, green, and white, You moonshine revellers, and shades of night. _Merry Wives of Windsor, Act v. Sc. 5_. SHAKESPEARE.

Fairies use flowers for their charactery. _Merry Wives of Windsor, Act v. Sc. 5_. SHAKESPEARE.

"Scarlet leather, sewn together, This will make a shoe. Left, right, pull it tight; Summer days are warm; Underground in winter, Laughing at the storm!" Lay your ear close to the hill, Do you not catch the tiny clamor, Busy click of an elfin hammer, Voice of the Leprecaun singing shrill As he merrily plies his trade? He's a span And quarter in height. Get him in sight, hold him fast, And you're a made Man! _The Fairy Shoemaker_. W. ALLINGHAM.

Some say no evil thing that walks by night, In fog, or fire, by lake or moorish fen, Blue meagre hag, or stubborn unlaid ghost That breaks his magic chains at curfew time, No goblin, or swart fairy of the mine, Hath hurtful power o'er true virginity. _Comus_. MILTON.

I took it for a faery vision Of some gay creatures of the element, That in the colors of the rainbow live And play i' th' plighted clouds. _Comus_. MILTON.

Oft fairy elves, Whose midnight revels by a forest side, Or fountain, some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon Sits arbitress, and nearer to the earth Wheels her pale course, they on their mirth and dance Intent, with jocund music charm his ear; At once with joy and fear his heart rebounds. _Paradise Lost, Bk. I_. MILTON.

FAITH.

Faith is the subtle chain Which binds us to the infinite; the voice Of a deep life within, that will remain Until we crowd it thence. _Sonnet: Faith_. E.O. SMITH.

Nor less I deem that there are Powers Which of themselves our minds impress; That we can feed this mind of ours In a wise passiveness. _Expostulation and Reply_. W. WORDSWORTH.

One in whom persuasion and belief Had ripened into faith, and faith become A passionate intuition. _The Excursion, B. VII_. W. WORDSWORTH.

Faith builds a bridge across the gulf of Death, To break the shock blind nature cannot shun, And lands Thought smoothly on the further shore. _Night Thoughts, Night IV_. DR. E. YOUNG.

A bending staff I would not break, A feeble faith I would not shake, Nor even rashly pluck away The error which some truth may stay, Whose loss might leave the soul without A shield against the shafts of doubt. _Questions of Life_. J.G. WHITTIER.

I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope. _In Memoriam, LIV_. A. TENNYSON.

The Power that led his chosen, by pillared cloud and flame, Through parted sea and desert waste, that Power is still the Same; He fails not--He--the loyal hearts that firm on Him rely; So put your trust in God, my boys, and keep your powder dry.[A] _Oliver's Advice_. COLONEL W. BLACKER.

[Footnote A: Cromwell, once when his troops were about crossing a river to attack the enemy, concluded an address with these words: "Put your trust in God; but mind to keep your powder dry."]

If faith produce no works, I see That faith is not a living tree. Thus faith and works together grow; No separate life they e'er can know: They're soul and body, hand and heart: What God hath joined, let no man part. _Dan and Jane_. H. MORE.

Whose faith has centre everywhere, Nor cares to fix itself to form. _In Memoriam, XXXIII_. A. TENNYSON.

But who with filial confidence inspired, Can lift to Heaven an unpresumptuous eye, And smiling say, My Father made them all. _The Task, Bk. V. Winter Morning Walk_. W. COWPER.

FALSEHOOD.

I give him joy that's awkward at a lie. _Night Thoughts, Night VIII_. DR. E. YOUNG.

For my part, if a lie may do thee grace, I'll gild it with the happiest terms I have. _King Henry IV., Pt. I. Act v. Sc. 4_.. SHAKESPEARE.

'Tis as easy as lying. _Hamlet, Act iii. Sc. 2_. SHAKESPEARE.

Some truth there was, but dashed and brewed with lies, To please the fools, and puzzle all the wise. _Absalom and Achitophel_. J. DRYDEN.

That a lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies; That a lie which is all a lie may be met and fought with outright-- But a lie which is part a truth is a harder matter to fight. _The Grandmother_. A. TENNYSON.

Some lie beneath the churchyard stone, And some before the speaker. _School and Schoolfellows_. W.M. PRAED.

Like one, Who having, unto truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his own lie. _The Tempest, Act i. Sc. 2_. SHAKESPEARE.

FAME.

Fame is the shade of immortality, And in itself a shadow. Soon as caught, Contemned; it shrinks to nothing in the grasp. _Night Thoughts, Night VII_. DR. E. YOUNG.

And what is Fame? the meanest have their day, The greatest can but blaze, and pass away. _First Book of Horace, Epistle VI_. A. POPE.

What's Fame? A fancied life in others' breath, A thing beyond us, e'en before our death. _Essay on Man, Epistle IV_. A. POPE.

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. _Don Juan, Canto I_. LORD BYRON.

Her house is all of Echo made Where never dies the sound; And as her brows the clouds invade, Her feet do strike the ground. _Fame_. B. JONSON.

What shall I do to be forever known, And make the age to come my own? _The Motto_. A. COWLEY.

The best-concerted schemes men lay for fame Die fast away: only themselves die faster. The far-famed sculptor, and the laurelled bard, Those bold insurancers of deathless fame, Supply their little feeble aids in vain. _The Grave_. R. BLAIR.

By Jove! I am not covetous for gold;

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But, if it be a sin to covet honor, I am the most offending soul alive. _King Henry V., Act_ iv. _Sc_. 3. SHAKESPEARE.

One touch of nature makes the whole world kin,-- That all with one consent praise new-born gawds,

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And give to dust, that is a little gilt, More laud than gilt o'er-dusted. _Troilus and Cressida, Act_ iii. _Sc_. 3. SHAKESPEARE.

Thrice happy he whose name has been well spelt In the despatch: I knew a man whose loss Was printed _Grove_, although his name was Grose. _Don Juan, Canto VIII_. LORD BYRON.

Nor Fame I slight, nor for her favors call: She comes unlooked for, if she comes at all.

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Unblemished let me live, or die unknown; O grant an honest fame, or grant me none! _The Temple of Fame_. A. POPE.

It deserves with characters of brass A forted residence 'gainst the tooth of time And razure of oblivion. _Measure for Measure, Act_ v. _Sc_. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

Your name is great In mouths of wisest censure. _Othello, Act_ ii. _Sc_. 3. SHAKESPEARE.

Know ye not then, said Satan, filled with scorn,-- Know ye not me?

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Not to know me argues yourselves unknown, The lowest of your throng. _Paradise Lost, Bk. IV_. MILTON.

The aspiring youth that fired the Ephesian dome Outlives, in fame, the pious fool that raised it. _Shakespeare's King Richard III. (Altered), Act iii. Sc. 1_. C. CIBBER.

Ah! who can tell how hard it is to climb The steep where fame's proud temple shines afar! Ah! who can tell how many a soul sublime Has felt the influence of malignant star, And waged with Fortune an eternal war; Checked by the scoff of pride, by envy's frown, And poverty's unconquerable bar, In life's low vale remote has pined alone, Then dropt into the grave, unpitied and unknown! _The Minstrel, Bk. I_. J. BEATTIE.

FANCY.

This is the very coinage of your brain: This bodiless creation ecstasy Is very cunning in. _Hamlet, Act iii. Sc. 4_. SHAKESPEARE.

When I could not sleep for cold I had fire enough in my brain, And builded with roofs of gold My beautiful castles in Spain! _Aladdin_. J.R. LOWELL.

Egeria! sweet creation of some heart Which found no mortal resting-place so fair As thine ideal breast; whate'er thou art Or wert,--a young Aurora of the air, The nympholepsy of some fond despair; Or, it might be, a beauty of the earth, Who found a more than common votary there Too much adoring; whatsoe'er thy birth, Thou wert a beautiful thought, and softly bodied forth. _Childe Harold, Canto IV_. LORD BYRON.

When at the close of each sad, sorrowing day, Fancy restores what vengeance snatched away. _Eloise to Abélard_. A. POPE.

We figure to ourselves The thing we like, and then we build it up As chance will have it, on the rock or sand: For Thought is tired of wandering o'er the world, And homebound Fancy runs her bark ashore. _Philip Van Artevelde, Pt. I. Act i. Sc. 5_. SIR H. TAYLOR.

FAREWELL.

Farewell! a word that must be, and hath been-- A sound which makes us linger;--yet--farewell. _Childe Harold, Canto IV_. LORD BYRON.

All farewells should be sudden, when forever, Else they make an eternity of moments, And clog the last sad sands of life with tears. _Sardanapalus_. LORD BYRON.

So sweetly she bade me "Adieu," I thought that she bade me return. _A Pastoral_. W. SHENSTONE.

He turned him right and round about Upon the Irish shore, And gae his bridle reins a shake, With Adieu for evermore, My dear, With Adieu for evermore. _It was a' for our Rightfu' King_. R. BURNS.

And so, without more circumstance at all, I hold it fit, that we shake hands and part. _Hamlet, Act i. Sc. 5_. SHAKESPEARE.

Fare thee well; The elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort! _Antony and Cleopatra, Act iii. Sc. 2_. SHAKESPEARE.

Alas, and farewell! But there's no use in grieving, For life is made up of loving and leaving. _Written in an Album_. R.W. RAYMOND.

FARMING.

Ill husbandry braggeth To go with the best: Good husbandry baggeth Up gold in his chest. _Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry, Ch. LII_. T. TUSSER.

Ye rigid Ploughmen! bear in mind Your labor is for future hours. Advance! spare not! nor look behind! Plough deep and straight with all your powers! _The Plough_. R.H. HORNE.

Here Ceres' gifts in waving prospect stand, And nodding tempt the joyful reaper's hand. _Windsor Forest_. A. POPE.

When weary reapers quit the sultry field, And, crowned with corn, their thanks to Ceres yield. _Summer_. A. POPE.

Heap high the farmer's wintry hoard! Heap high the golden corn! No richer gift has Autumn poured From out her lavish horn! _The Corn-Song_. J.G. WHITTIER.

The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising: There are forty feeding like one! _The Cock is Crowing_. W. WORDSWORTH.

FASHION.

Fashion--a word which knaves and fools may use, Their knavery and folly to excuse. _Rosciad_. C. CHURCHILL.

The fashion wears out more apparel than the man. _Much Ado about Nothing, Act iii. Sc. 3_. SHAKESPEARE.

Nothing exceeds in ridicule, no doubt, A fool in fashion, but a fool that's out; His passion for absurdity's so strong He cannot bear a rival in the wrong. Though wrong the mode, comply: more sense is shown In wearing others' follies than our own. _Night Thoughts, Night II_. DR. E. YOUNG.

Nothing is thought rare Which is not new, and followed; yet we know That what was worn some twenty years ago Comes into grace again. _The Noble Gentleman: Prologue_. BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER.

I'll be at charges for a looking-glass, And entertain some score or two of tailors, To study fashions to adorn my body. _King Richard III., Act i. Sc. 2_. SHAKESPEARE.

Let's do it after the high Roman fashion. _Antony and Cleopatra, Act iv. Sc. 15_. SHAKESPEARE.

FATE.

Success, the mark no mortal wit, Or surest hand, can always hit: For whatsoe'er we perpetrate, We do but row, we're steered by Fate, Which in success oft disinherits, For spurious causes, noblest merits, _Hudibras, Pt. I. Canto I_. S. BUTLER.

Fate holds the strings, and men like children move But as they're led: success is from above. _Heroic Love, Act v. Sc. 1_. LORD LANSDOWNE.

Fate steals along with silent tread, Found oftenest in what least we dread; Frowns in the storm with angry brow, But in the sunshine strikes the blow. _A Fable: Moral_. W. COWPER.

With equal pace, impartial Fate Knocks at the palace, as the cottage gate. _Bk. I. Ode IV_. HORACE. _Trans. of_ PH. FRANCIS.

Our wills and fates do so contrary run That our devices still are overthrown; Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own. _Hamlet, Act iii. Sc_. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

What fates impose, that men must needs abide; It boots not to resist both wind and tide. _King Henry VI., Pt. IV. Act iv. Sc_. 3. SHAKESPEARE.

Heaven from all creatures hides the book of fate, _Essay on Man, Epistle I_. A. POPE.

Let those deplore their doom, Whose hope still grovels in this dark sojourn: But lofty souls, who look beyond the tomb, Can smile at Fate, and wonder how they mourn. _The Minstrel, Bk. I_. J. BEATTIE.

No living man can send me to the shades Before my time; no man of woman born, Coward or brave, can shun his destiny. _The Iliad, Bk. VI_. HOMER. _Trans. of_ BRYANT.

Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to Heaven: the fated sky Gives us free scope; only, doth backward pull Our slow designs, when we ourselves are dull. _All's Well that Ends Well, Act i. Sc_. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

I'll make assurance doubly sure, And take a bond of Fate. _Macbeth, Act iv. Sc_. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

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. _Julius Caesar, Act i. Sc_. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

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. _Upon an Honest Man's Fortune_. J. FLETCHER.

There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will. _Hamlet, Act v. Sc_. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

FAULT.

Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud; Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun, And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud. All men make faults. _Sonnet XXXV_. SHAKESPEARE.

Men still had faults, and men will have them still; He that hath none, and lives as angels do, Must be an angel. _On Mr. Dryden's Religio Laici_. W. DILLON.

Go to your bosom; Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know That's like my brother's fault. _Measure for Measure, Act ii. Sc_. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

And 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. _King John, Act iv. Sc_. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it? Why, every fault's condemned ere it be done. Mine were the very cipher of a function, To fine the faults whose fine stands in record, And let go by the actor. _Measure for Measure, Act ii. Sc_. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

FEAR.

Imagination frames events unknown, In wild, fantastic shapes of hideous ruin, And what it fears creates. _Belshazaar, Pt. II_. H. MORE.

Imagination's fool and error's wretch, Man makes a death which nature never made; Then on the point of his own fancy falls; And feels a thousand deaths, in fearing one. _Night Thoughts, Night IV_. DR. E. YOUNG.

A lamb appears a lion, and we fear Each bash we see's a bear. _Emblems, Bk. I.-XIII_. F. QUARLES.

Or in the night, imagining some fear, How easy is a bush supposed a bear! _Midsummer Night's Dream, Act v. Sc. 1_. SHAKESPEARE.

His fear was greater than his haste: For fear, though fleeter than the wind, Believes 't is always left behind. _Hadibras, Pt. III. Canto III_. S. BUTLER.

His flight was madness: when our actions do not, Our fears do make us traitors. _Macbeth, Act iv. Sc. 2_. SHAKESPEARE.