Famous. I awoke one morning and found myself FAMOUS.
BYRON, Memorials by Moore.

Fancy.-Bright-eyed FANCY, hovering o'er,
Scatters from her pictured urn,
Thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.

Pacing through the forest,

GRAY, Progress of Poesy.

Chewing the cud of sweet and bitter FANCY.

SHAKESPERE, As You Like It.

Far.-FAR as the solar walk or milky way.-POPE, Essay on Man.

Farewell.-FARE thee WELL! and if for ever,

Still for ever, fare thee well.-BYRON, Fare thee well.
FAREWELL, a long farewell, to all my greatness!
This is the state of man: to-day he puts forth
The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms,
And bears his blushing honours thick upon him:
The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost.

SHAKESPERE, Henry VIII.
FAREWELL! a word that must be, and hath been-
A sound which makes us linger;-yet-farewell.

BYRON, Childe Harold.

FAREWELL!

For in that word,—that fatal word,--howe'er
We promise-hope-believe,-there breathes despair.

FAREWELL, happy fields,

Ibid., The Corsair.

FAREWELL the tranquil mind! farewell content!
Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars,
That make ambition virtue! O, farewell!

Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump,
The spirit-stirring drum, th' ear-piercing fife,
The royal banner, and all quality,

Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war!
And, O you mortal engines, whose rude throats
The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit,
Farewell! Othello's occupation's gone!

SHAKESPERE, Othello.

Farewell. The bitter word which closed all earthly friendships, and finished every feast of love,-FAREWELL.

POLLOK, The Course of Time. Fasten.-FASTEN him as a nail in a sure place.—Isaiah, xxii. 23. Fat.-Who drives FAT oxen should himself be fat.

BOSWELL, Johnson. Fata Morgana.-The name of a potent fairy, celebrated in the tales of chivalry, and in the romantic poems of Italy. She was a pupil of the enchanter Merlin, and the sister of Arthur, to whom she discovered the intrigue of Queen Guinevere with Lancelot of the Lake. In the "Orlando Inamorato" of Bojardo, she appears at first as a personification of Fortune, inhabiting a splendid residence at the bottom of a lake, and dispensing all the treasures of the earth; but she is afterwards found in her proper station, subject, with the other fairies and the witches, to the all-potent Demogorgon.

At the present day, the appellation of FATA MORGANA is given to a strange meteoric phenomenon, nearly allied to the mirage, witnessed, in certain states of the tide and weather, in the Straits of Messina, between Calabria and Sicily, and occasionally, though rarely, on other coasts. It consists in the appearance, in the air over the surface of the sea, of multiplied inverted images of objects on the surrounding coasts, -groves, hills, and towers,-all represented as in a moving picture. The spectacle is popularly supposed to be produced by the fairy whose name is given to it.

Fate. A few seem favourites of FATE,

In pleasure's lap carest;

Yet, think not all the rich and great

Are likewise truly blest.-BURNS, Man was Made to Mourn.

Ask me no more; thy FATE and mine are seal'd;

I strove against the stream and all in vain:

Let the great river take me to the main :

No more, dear love, for at a touch I yield;
Ask me no more.

TENNYSON, The Princess.

POPE, Essay on Man.

Heaven from all creatures hides the book of FATE.

And binding nature fast in FATE,
Let free the human will.-Ibid., Universal Prayer.
Perish the thought! No, never be it said
That FATE itself could awe the soul of Richard.
Hence, babbling dreams; you threaten here in vain;
Conscience, avaunt, Richard's himself again!
Hark! the shrill trumpet sounds, to horse, away,
My soul's in arms, and eager for the fray.

COLLEY CIBBER, Richard III.

Father.-FATHER of all! in every age
In every clime adored,

By saint, by savage, and by sage,

Jehovah, Jove, or Lord.-POPE, Universal Prayer.

Her FATHER lov'd me; oft invited me;

Still question'd me the story of my life,
From year to year, the battles, sieges, fortunes,
That I have pass'd.

I ran it through, even from my boyish days,

To the very moment that he bade me tell it:
Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances,

Of moving accidents by flood and field;

Of hair-breadth 'scapes i' the imminent deadly breach;
Of being taken by the insolent foe,

And sold to slavery; of my redemption thence,

And portance in my travel's history:

Wherein of antres vast, and deserts idle,

Rough quarries, rocks and hills whose heads touch heaven,

It was my hint to speak,-such was the process.

If the man who turnips cries
Cry not when his FATHER dies,
'Tis a proof that he had rather

SHAKESPERE, Othello.

Have a turnip than his father.-Johnsoniana.

It is a wise FATHER that knows his own child.

SHAKESPERE, Merchant of Venice.

With filial confidence inspired,

Can lift to Heaven an unpresumptuous eye,

And smiling say, "My FATHER made them all!"

Fathom.-Full FATHOM five thy father lies;

Of his bones are coral made;

Those are pearls that were his eyes;
Nothing of him that doth fade,

But doth suffer a sea-change

COWPER, The Task.

Into something rich and strange.-SHAKESPERE, Tempest.

Fault. And, oftentimes, excusing of a FAULT

Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse.-Ibid., King John.

Condemn the FAULT, and not the actor of it.

He that does one FAULT at first,

Ibid., Measure for Measure.

And lies to hide it, makes it two.-WATTS, Song xv.

Dare to be true, nothing can need a lie;

A FAULT which needs it most grows two thereby.

HERBERT, The Church Porch.

Faults. They say, best men are moulded out of FAULTS.
SHAKESPERE, Measure for Measure.

Faultless.-Whoever thinks a FAULTLESS piece to see,
Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be.

POPE, Essay on Criticism.

Favourite.-A FAVOURITE has no friend.-GRAY.
Fear.-Early and provident FEAR is the mother of safety.

FEAR is the mother of safety.-Sir H. TAYLOR.
FEAR God.

Honour the King.-1 Peter, ii. 17.

ED. BURKE.

FEAR guides more to their duty than gratitude; for one man who is virtuous from the love of virtue, from the obligation he thinks he lies under to the Giver of all, there are ten thousand who are good only from their apprehension of punishment.

O, FEAR not in a world like this,
And thou shalt know ere long,—
Know how sublime a thing it is

Fears.

GOLDSMITH.

To suffer and be strong.-LONGFELLOW, The Light of the Stars.
Present FEARS

Are less than horrible imaginings.—SHAKESPERE, Macbeth.

Feast.-A FEAST of fat things.-Isaiah, xxv. 6.

Feather in your Cap.-A success or triumph. The feather has always been used as an emblem of rank as well as ornament. Latham states that, amongst some wild Indian tribes, every warrior who kills an enemy puts a feather into his cap for each victim. Features.-FEATURES―the great soul's apparent seat.

Feet. Her FEET beneath her petticoat
Like little mice stole in and out,
As if they feared the light;

But O, she dances such a way!

No sun upon an Easter-day

Is half so fine a sight.-Sir J. SUCKLING.

Her pretty FEET, like snails, did creep

A little out, and then,

As if they played at bopeep,

W. C. BRYANT.

Did soon draw in again.-ROBERT HERRICK.

Fie, foh, fum.—

FIE, FOH, and FUM,

I smell the blood of a British man.-SHAKESPERE, King Lear. Fields. His nose was as sharp as a pen, and a babbled of green FIELDS. SHAKESPERE, Henry V.

Fight.-FIGHT the good fight.-1 Timothy, vi. 12.

Fight. That same man, that runnith awaie,

Maie again FIGHT an other daie.--ERASMUS, Apothegms.

For those that fly may FIGHT again,

Which he can never do that's slain.-BUTLER, Hudibras.

Fights. He that FIGHTS and runs away

May turn and fight another day;

But he that is in battle slain

Will never rise to fight again.-RAY, History of the Rebellion.

For he who FIGHTS and runs away
May live to fight another day;
But he who is in battle slain

Can never rise aud fight again.

The Art of Poetry, Edited by O. GOLDSMITH (?).

Fine. That air and harmony of shape express,

FINE by degrees and beautifully less.-PRIOR, Henry and Emma.

Fire.-A little FIRE is quickly trodden out,
Which, being suffered, rivers cannot quench.

SHAKSPERE, Henry V1.

Firmament.-The spacious FIRMAMENT on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,

And spangled heavens, a shining frame,

Their great Original proclaim.-ADDISON, Ode.

First. To the memory of the man, FIRST in war, first in peace, and first in the hearts of his countrymen.

General LEE, Eulogy on Washington.

Fish. Neither FISH nor flesh, nor good red herring.-Sir H. SHEERS, Satyr on the Sea Officers. TOM BROWN, Eneus Sylvius's Letter. DRYDEN, Epilogue to the Duke of Guise.

Fishes.-3 Fisherman. Master, I marvel how the FISHES live in the

sea.

1 Fisherman. Why, as men do a-land: the great ones eat up the little ones.-SHAKESPERE, Pericles.

Fits.-'Twas sad by FITS, by starts 'twas wild.

COLLINS, The Passions.

Flatterers.- By FLATTERERS besieg'd,
And so obliging that he ne'er oblig'd;
Like Cato, give his little senate laws,
And sit attentive to his own applause.-POPE, To Arbuthnot.

When FLATTERERS meet, the Devil goes to dinner.—DEFOE. Flattery.-FLATTERY is the bellows blows up sin.

SHAKESPERE, Pericles.

Parent of wicked, bane of honest deeds.--PRIOR.