.
680
DRYDEN: _MacFlecknoe,_ Line 1.

Things are where things are, and, as fate has willed,
So shall they be fulfilled.
681
ROBERT BROWNING: _Agamemnon._

And binding Nature fast in fate,
Left free the human will.
682
POPE: _The Universal Prayer,_ St. 3.

For fate has wove the thread of life with pain,
And twins ev'n from the birth are misery and man!
688
POPE: _Odyssey,_ Bk. vii., Line 263.

=Father.=

It is a wise father that knows his own child.
684
SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

Father of all! in every age,
In every clime adored,
By saint, by savage, and by sage,
Jehovah, Jove, or Lord.
685
POPE: _The Universal Prayer,_ St. 1.

=Fault--Faults.=

Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it?
686
SHAKS.: _M. for M.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

Dare to be true: nothing can need a lie;
A fault which needs it most, grows two thereby.
687
HERBERT: _The Church Porch._

In vain my faults ye quote;
I write as others wrote
On Sunium's hight.
688
WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR: _The Last Fruit of an Old Tree,_ Epigram cvi.

=Favor.=

Poor wretches, that depend
On greatness' favor, dream as I have done;
Wake, and find nothing. But, alas, I swerve.
Many dream not to find, neither deserve,
And yet are steep'd in favors.
689
SHAKS.: _Cymbeline,_ Act v., Sc. 4.

=Fawning.=

And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee,
Where thrift may follow fawning.
690
SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 2.

=Fear.=

Why, what should be the fear?
I do not set my life at a pin's fee;
And, for my soul, what can it do to that,
Being a thing immortal as itself?
691
SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 4.

Of all base passions fear is most accurs'd.
692
SHAKS.: _1 Henry VI.,_ Act v., Sc. 2.

Desponding fear, of feeble fancies full,
Weak and unmanly, loosens ev'ry power.
693
THOMSON: _Seasons, Spring,_ Line 286.

The fear o' hell's a hangman's whip
To hand the wretch in order;
But where ye feel your honor grip,
Let that aye be your border.
694
BURNS: _Ep. to a Young Friend._

=Feasting.=

Blest be those feasts with simple plenty crown'd,
Where all the ruddy family around
Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail,
Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale.
695
GOLDSMITH: _Traveller,_ Line 17.

Swinish gluttony
Ne'er looks to heav'n amidst his gorgeous feast,
But with besotted base ingratitude
Crams, and blasphemes his feeder.
696
MILTON: _Comu