725
WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _Death of the Flowers._

Flowers preach to us if we will hear.
726
CHRIS. G. ROSSETTI: _Consider the Lilies of the Field._

In Eastern lands they talk in flowers,
And they tell in a garland their loves and cares;
Each blossom that blooms in their garden bowers
On its leaves a mystic language bears.
727
J.G. PERCIVAL: _Language of the Flowers._

Ye living flowers that skirt the eternal frost.
728
COLERIDGE: _Hymn in the Vale of Chamouni._

=Foe.=

Give me the avowed, the erect, the manly foe,
Bold I can meet,--perhaps may turn his blow!
But of all plagues, good Heaven, thy wrath can send,
Save, save, oh save me from the _candid friend_!
729
GEORGE CANNING: _New Morality._

=Folly.=

Fools, to talking ever prone,
Are sure to make their follies known.
730
GAY: _Fables,_ Pt. i., Fable 44.

Whether the charmer sinner it, or saint it,
If folly grow romantic, I must paint it.
731
POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. ii., Line 15.

Where lives the man that has not tried
How mirth can into folly glide,
And folly into sin!
732
SCOTT: _Bridal of Triermain,_ Canto i., St. 21.

When lovely woman stoops to folly,
And finds too late that men betray,
What charm can soothe her melancholy?
What art can wash her guilt away?
733
GOLDSMITH: _The Hermit,_ Ch. xxiv.

=Fools.=

Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
734
BYRON: _English Bards and Scotch Reviewers,_ Line 6.

Since call'd
The Paradise of Fools, to few unknown.
735
MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iii., Line 495.

And ever since the Conquest have been fools.
736
EARL OF ROCHESTER: _Artemisia in the Town to Chloe in the Country._

For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
737
POPE: _E. on Criticism,_ Pt. iii., Line 66.

=Footprints.=

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time.
738
LONGFELLOW: _A Psalm of Life._

=Forbearance.=

The kindest and the happiest pair
Will find occasion to forbear;
And something, every day they live,
To pity, and perhaps forgive.
739
COWPER: _Mutual Forbearance._

=Force.=

Who overcomes
By force, hath overcome but half his foe.
740
MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i., Line 648.

=Forest.=

Summer or winter, day or night,
The woods are an ever-new delight;
They give us peace, and they make us strong,
Such wonderful balm