fe from all devices human,
It's common (ez a gin'l rule)
To every critter born of woman.
_The Biglow Papers, Second Series, No. 7_. J.R. LOWELL.
No creature smarts so little as a fool.
_Prologue to Satires_. A. POPE.
The fool hath planted in his memory
An army of good words; and I do know
A many fools, that stand in better place,
Garnished like him, that for a tricksy word
Defy the matter.
_Merchant of Venice, Act iii. Sc. 5_. SHAKESPEARE.
A limbo large and broad, since called
The Paradise of fools, to few unknown.
_Paradise Lost, Bk. III_. MILTON.
Who are a little wise the best fools be.
_The Triple Fool_. J. DONNE.
For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
_Essay on Criticism, Pt. III_. A. POPE.
In idle wishes fools supinely stay;
Be there a will, and wisdom finds a way.
_The Birth of Flattery_. G. CRABBE.
This fellow's wise enough to play the fool;
And to do that well craves a kind of wit.
_Twelfth Night, Act iii. Sc. 1_. SHAKESPEARE.
Some positive, persisting fools we know,
Who, if once wrong, will need be always so;
But you with pleasure own your errors past,
And make each day a critique on the last.
_Essay on Criticism, Pt. III_. A. POPE.
FORGET.
Good to forgive:
Best to forget.
_La Saisiaz: Prologue_. R. BROWNING.
We bury love,
Forgetfulness grows over it like grass;
That is a thing to weep for, not the dead.
_A Boy's Poem_. A. SMITH.
Go, forget me--why should sorrow
O'er that brow a shadow fling?
Go, forget me--and to-morrow
Brightly smile and sweetly sing.
Smile--though I shall not be near thee;
Sing--though I shall never hear thee.
_Song: Go, Forget Me_! C. WOLFE.
Forgotten? No, we never do forget:
We let the years go; wash them clean with tears.
Leave them to bleach out in the open day
Or lock them careful by, like dead friends' clothes,
Till we shall dare unfold them without pain,--
But we forget not, never can forget.
_A Flower of a Day_. D.M. MULOCK CRAIK.
FORGIVE.
Good nature and good sense must ever join;
To err is human, to forgive divine.
_Essay on Criticism, Pt. I_. A. POPE.
Forgiveness to the injured does belong;
But they ne'er pardon who have done the wrong.
_Conquest of Granada, Pt. II. Act i. Sc. 2_. J. DRYDEN.
Thou whom avenging powers obey,
Cancel my debt (too great to pay)
Before the sad accounting day.
_On the Day of Judgment_. W. DI
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