FEELING.

Sweet sensibility! thou keen delight!
Unprompted moral! sudden sense of right!
_Sensibility_. H. MORE.

Feeling is deep and still; and the word that floats on the surface
Is as the tossing buoy, that betrays where the anchor is hidden.
_Evangeline, Pt. II. Sc. 2_. H.W. LONGFELLOW.

'Twere vain to tell thee all I feel,
Or say for thee I'd die.
_'Twere Vain to Tell_. J.A. WADE.

And inasmuch as feeling, the East's gift,
Is quick and transient,--comes, and lo! is gone,
While Northern thought is slow and durable.
_Luria, Act v_. R. BROWNING.

Great thoughts, great feelings came to them,
Like instincts, unawares.
_The Men of Old_. R.M. MILNES, LORD HOUGHTON.

FIDELITY.

True as the needle to the pole,
Or as the dial to the sun.
_Song_. B. BOOTH.

But faithfulness can feed on suffering,
And knows no disappointment.
_Spanish Gypsy, Bk. III_. GEORGE ELIOT.

To God, thy countrie, and thy friend be true.
_Rules and Lessons_. H. VAUGHAN.

Statesman, yet friend to truth! of soul sincere,
In action faithful, and in honor clear;
Who broke no promise, served no private end,
Who gained no title, and who lost no friend.
_Epistle to Mr. Addison_. A. POPE.

FISH.

O scaly, slippery, wet, swift, staring wights,
What is 't ye do? what life lead? eh, dull goggles?
How do ye vary your vile days and nights?
How pass your Sundays? Are ye still but joggles
In ceaseless wash? Still nought but gapes and bites,
And drinks, and stares, diversified with boggles?
_Sonnets: The Fish, the Man, and the Spirit_. L. HUNT.

Our plenteous streams a various race supply.
The bright-eyed perch with fins of Tyrian dye,
The silver eel, in shining volumes rolled,
The yellow carp, in scales bedropped with gold,
Swift trouts, diversified with crimson stains,
And pikes, the tyrants of the wat'ry plains.
_Windsor Forest_. A. POPE.

FLATTERY.

No adulation; 'tis the death of virtue;
Who flatters, is of all mankind the lowest
Save he who courts the flattery.
_Daniel_. H. MORE.

O, that men's ears should be
To counsel deaf, but not to flattery!
_Timon of Athens, Act i. Sc. 2_. SHAKESPEARE.

They do abuse the king that flatter him:
For flattery is the bellows blows up sin.
_Pericles, Act i. Sc. 3_. SHAKESPEARE.

What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage sweet,
But poisoned flattery?
_Henry V., Act iv. Sc 1_. SHAKESPEARE.

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