FOLLY-FOOLS, There is to me A daintiness about these early flowers, That touches me like poetry. They blow out Oh! the flowers look upward in every place, N. P. WILLIS FOLLY-FOOLS. This fellow's wise enough to play the fool; 279 SHAKSPEARE. He who digs hills because they do aspire, Throws down one mountain, to cast up a higher. SHAKSPEARE. To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue SHAKSPEARE. Man, proud man, Dress'd in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd,— SHAKSPEARE Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise. 280 FOLLY-FOOLS. "Tis strange there should such difference be He cannot bear a rival in the wrong. Though wrong the mode, comply: more sense is shown "T is not in folly not to scorn a fool, YOUNG. YOUNG'S Night Thoughts. live fools, but fools they cannot die! YOUNG'S Night Thoughts. Some positive, persisting fops we know, POPE For fools rush in where angels fear to tread. POPE. FOOLS-FORGETFULNESS, &c. Who perhaps to the summit of science might soar, GOLDSMITH'S Retaliation Whose genius was such, We scarcely could praise him, or blame him, too much; GOLDSMITH'S Retaliation. Like an ill-judging beauty, his colours he spread, 281 GOLDSMITH'S Retaliation. He cast off his friends as a huntsman his pack, And idle jests, untimely spoken, The tend'rest ties have often broken. Explaining metaphysics to the nation- FOOLS. (See FOLLY.) BYRON FORGETFULNESS-OBLIVION. I've touch'd the highest point of all my greatness; The swallowing gulf Of dark oblivion and deep despair. SHAKSPEARE SHAKSPEARE 282 FORGET ME NOT. "T is far off; And rather like a dream, than an assurance SHAKSPEARE Thus peaceful rests, without a stone, a name, Unwept, unhonour'd, and unsung. 'Tis infamy to die, and not be miss'd. POPE SCOTT CARLOS WILCOX. Let not a death, unwept, unhonour'd, be From SOLON. FORGET ME NOT. Forget me not, when others gaze Think of him whose prayers shall bless thee; Think of him thy love had bless'd. BYRON. Oh! think of her who holds thee dear, And think that thou art all to her! BYRON May joy thy steps attend, And mayst thou find in every form a friend; And in thy dreams of home, forget me not! 283 MONTGOMERY. FORGIVENESS - MERCY, &c. Though we should meet no more, sweet maid, Forget me not. Remember thee, and all thy pains, And all thy love for me! Yes! while a pulse, a breath remains, Will I remember thee! Each dew-drop, on its morning leaves, Is eloquent as tears, That whisper, when young passion grieves His dream of hopes and fears, Forget me not! FITZ-GREEN HALLECK. 3 FORGIVENESS-MERCY-PITY, &c. And but to speaken of her conscience, She was so charitable and so piteous, She would weep an that she but saw a mouse The quality of mercy is not strain'd; 'Tis mightiest in the mighty; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown. CHAUCER. SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. Though justice be thy plea, consider this— SHAKSPEARE. |