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.

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