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I have play'd the fool, the gross fool, to believe
The fool hath said in his heart, There is no God. The bosom of a friend will hold a secret
Psalms. XIV. 1; LIII. 1. Mine own could not contain.
23 MASSINGER--Unnatural Combat. Act V. Sc. Qui stultis videri eruditi volunt, stulti eruditis 2.
Those who wish to appear wise among fools, Young men think old men fools, and old men among the wise seem foolish. know young men to be so.
QUINTILIAN. X. 7. 22. Quoted by CAMDEN as a saying of DR. METCALF.
(See also COWPER)
After a man has sown his wild oats in the years Quantum est in rebus inane!
of his youth, he has still every year to get over a How much folly there is in human affairs.
few weeks and days of folly. PERSIUS-Satires. I. 1.
RICHTER—Flower, Fruit, and Thorn Pieces.
Bk. II. Ch. V. An old doting fool, with one foot already in the grave.
Stultus est qui fructus magnarum arborum PLUTARCH-Morals. On the Training of spectat, altitudinem non metitur. Children.
He is a fool who looks at the fruit of lofty
trees, but does not measure their height. The rest on outside merit but presume,
QUINTUS CURTIUS RUFUS—De Rebus Gestis Or serve (like other fools) to fill a room.
Alexandri Magni. VII. 8. POPE-Dunciad. Bk. I. L. 136.
Insipientis est dicere, Non putaram. So by false learning is good sense defac'd;
It is the part of a fool to say, I should not Some are bewilder'd in the maze of schools, have thought. And some made coxcombs Nature meant but SCIPIO AFRICANUS. See Cicero.
De Off. fools.
XXIII. 81. VALERIUS. Bk. VII. 2. 2. POPE-Essay on Criticism. Pt. I. L. 25.
Where lives the man that has not tried, We think our fathers fools, so wise we grow;
How mirth can into folly glide, Our wiser sons, no doubt, will think us so.
And folly into sin! POPE—Essay on Criticism. Pt. II. L. 438. SCOTT-Bridal of Triermain. Canto I. St. 21.
Inter cætera mala hoc quoque habet For fo rush in where angels fear to tread.
Stultitia semper incipit vivere. POPE—Essay on Criticism. Pt. III. L. 66.
Among other evils folly has also this, that
it is always beginning to live. The fool is happy that he knows no more.
SENECA-Epistolæ Ad Lucilium. 13. POPE-Essay on Man. Ep. II. L. 264.
Sir, for a quart d'écu he will sell the fee-simple Whether the charmer sinner it, or saint it,
of his salvation, the inheritance of it; and cut If folly grow romantic, I must paint it.
the entail from all remainders. POPE-Moral Essays. Ep. II. L. 15.
Al's Well That Ends Well. Act. IV. Sc. 3.
A motley fool; a miserable world!
As I do live by food, I met a fool; No creature smarts so little as a fool.
Who laid him down and bask'd him in the sun. POPE-Prologue to Satires. L. 84.
As You Like It. Act II. Sc. 7. L. 12.
O noble fool!
As You Like It. Act II. Sc. 7. L. 33.
I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad: and to travel for it too!
As You Like It. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 26. 3
The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.
As You Like It. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 34.
4 Fools are not mad folks.
Cymbeline. Act II. Sc. 3. L. 105.
Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the fool nowhere but in's own house.
Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 134.
Well, thus we play the fools with the time, and the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds and mock us.
Henry IV. Pt. II. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 154. How ill white hairs become a fool and jester!
Henry IV. Pt. II. Act V. Sc. 5. L. 52.
For take thy ballaunce if thou be so wise,
blow; Or weigh the light that in the east doth rise; Or weigh the thought that from man's mind doth
flow. SPENSER—Faerie Queene. Bk. V. Canto II.
He had been eight years upon a project for extracting sunbeams out of cucumbers, which were to be put in phials hermetically sealed, and let out to warm the air in raw, inclement summers. SWIFT—Gulliver's Travels. Pt. III. Ch. V.
Voyage to Laputa.
Chi conta i colpi e la dovuta offesa,
A fool is he that comes to preach or prate,
debate. Tasso Gerusalemme. V. 57.
The fool hath planted in his memory
Merchant of Venice. Act III. Sc. 5. L. 71.
10 Lord, what fools these mortals be! Midsummer Night's Dream. Act III. Sc. 2.
L. 115. 11 To wisdom he's a fool that will not yield.
Pericles. Act II. Sc. 4. L. 54.
Le sot est comme le peuple, qui se croit riche
The fool is like those people who think themselves rich with little. VAUVENARGUES—Reflexions. CCLX.
Qui se croit sage, 6 ciel! est un grand fou.
He who thinks himself wise, O heavens! is a
VOLTAIRE—Le Droit du Seigneur. IV. 1.
FOOTSTEPS My feet, they haul me Round the House,
The tread They Hoist me up the Stairs;
Of coming footsteps cheats the midnight watcher I only have to steer them, and
Who holds her heart and waits to hear them They Ride me Everywheres.
pause, GELETT BURGESS—My Feet.
And hears them never pause, but pass and die.
GEORGE ELIOT—The Spanish Gypsy. Bk. III. And the prettiest foot! Oh, if a man could but fasten his eyes to her feet, as they steal in
There scatter'd oft the earliest of ye Year and out, and play at bo-peep under her petti- By Hands unseen are showers of Villets found; coats!
The Redbreast loves to build and warble there, CONGREVE—Love for Love. Act I. Sc. 1. And little Footsteps lightly print the ground. (See also HERRICK)
GRAY–MS of Elegy in a Country Church
yard. Corrections made by Gray are It is a suggestive idea to track those worn feet "year" for "Spring", "showers" for "frebackward through all the paths they have trod- quent”, “redbreast” for “robin”. den ever since they were the tender and rosy little feet of a baby, and (cold as they now are)
Vestigia terrent were kept warm in his mother's hand.
Omnia te adversum spectantia, nulla retrorsum. HAWTHORNE—The Marble Faun. Vol. I. Ch. The footsteps are terrifying, all coming XXI.
towards you and none going back again.
HORACE-Ep. Bk. I. 1. 74. Quoted Vestigia Better a barefoot than none.
nulla retrorsum. HERBERT Jacula Prudentum.
And so to tread
As if the wind, not she, did walk;
Nor prest a flower, nor bow'd a stalk.
BEN JONSON—Masques. The Vision of Delight. As if they played at bo-peep Did soon draw in agen.
Her treading would not bend a blade of grass, HERRICK–Upon her Feet.
Or shake the downy blow-ball from his stalk! (See also CONGREVE, SUCKLING)
BEN JONSON—The Sad Shepherd.
A beau is one who arranges his curled locks The tumult and the shouting dies, gracefully, who ever smells of balm, and cinna- The captains and the kings depart; mon; who hums the songs of the Nile, and Ca- Still stands thine ancient sacrifice, diz; who throws his sleek arms into various atti- A humble and a contrite heart. tudes; who idles away the whole day among the Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet chairs of the ladies, and is ever whispering into Lest we forget,-lest we forget. some one's ear; who reads little billets-doux from KIPLING-Recessional Hymn. this quarter and that, and writes them in return; Perhaps of Biblical inspiration. "He smelleth who avoids ruffling his dress by contact with his the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, neighbour's sleeve, who knows with whom every- and the shouting.' body is in love; who flutters from feast to feast, Job. XXXIX. 25. who can recount exactly the pedigree of Hirpinus. What do you tell me? is this a beau, Cotilus? Then a beau, Cotilus, is a very trifling Forgotten? No, we never do forget:
We let the years go; wash them clean with tears, thing.
Leave them to bleach out in the open day, MARTIAL-Epigrams. Bk. III. Ep. 6.
Or lock them careful by, like dead friends'
clothes, Nature made every fop to plague his brother, Till we shall dare unfold them without pain,Just as one beauty mortifies another.
But we forget not, never can forget. POPE-Satire IV, L. 258.
D. M. MULOCK-A Flower of a Day.
Mistakes remember'd are not faults forgot.
R. H. NEWELL—The Orpheus C. Kerr Papers.
Second Series. Columbia's Agony. St. 9. This is the excellent foppery of the world. King Lear. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 128.
Intrantis medici facies tres esse videntur
Ægrotanti; hominis, Dæmonis, atque Dei. A fop? In this brave, licentious age
Cum primum accessit medicus dixitque salutem,
En Deus aut custos angelus, æger ait. To bring his musty morals on the stage?
To the sick man the physician when he enRhime us to reason? and our lives redress
ters seems to have three faces, those of a man, In metre, as Druids did the savages.
a devil, a god. When the physician first comes TUKE—The Adventures of Five Hours. Act V.
and announces the safety of the patient, then
the sick man says: “Behold a God or a guardHas death his fopperies?
ian angel! YOUNG—Night Thoughts. Night II. L. 231. JOHN OWEN–Works.
Etiam oblivisci quod scis interdum expedit.
It is sometimes expedient to forget what you know. SYRUS—Maxims.
She hugged the offender, and forgave the offense, Sex to the last.
DRYDEN—Cymon and Iphigenia. L. 367.
And have you been to Borderland?
Beyond the river I-forget.
And all about its waters fret-
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.
CHARLES WOLFE-Song. Go, Forget Me!
His heart was as great as the world, but there was no room in it to hold the memory of a wrong.
EMERSON—Letters and Social Aims. Greatness.
14 Bear and forbear.
EPICTETUS. See GELLIUS. Bk. XVII. 6.
15 The offender never pardons. HERBERT/Jacula Prudentum. No. 563.
Æquum est Peccatis veniam poscentem reddere rursus.
It is right for him who asks forgiveness for his offenses to grant it to others. HORACE-Satires. I. 3. 74. 17
Ex humili magna ad fastigia rerum Extollit, quoties voluit fortuna jocari.
Whenever fortune wishes to joke, she lifts people from what is humble to the highest extremity of affairs. JUVENAL—Satires. III. 39.
Know all and you will pardon all.
(See also DE STAËL)
The sweet forget-me-nots,
TENNYSON—The Brook. L. 172.
For 'tis sweet to stammer one letter Of the Eternal's language;-on earth it is called
Forgiveness! LONGFELLOW—The Children of the Lord's Sup per. L. 214.
These evils I deserve, and more Justly, yet despair not of his final pardon, Whose ear is ever open, and his eye Gracious to re-admit the suppliant.
MILTON-Samson Agonistes. L. 1,170.
The fairest action of our human life
Is scorning to revenge an injury;
His adversary's heart to him doth tie:
Oh Thou, who Man of baser Earth didst make, And ev'n with Paradise devise the snake;
For all the Sin wherewith the Face of Man Is blackened-Man's forgiveness give and take! OMAR KHAYYAM–Rubaiyat. St. 81. (later ed.)
Stanza an interpolation of FitzGERALD'S
Forgiveness is better than revenge.
PITTACUS—Quoted by Heraclitus.
Qui pardonne aisément invite à l'offenser.
He who forgives readily only invites offense. CORNEILLE-Cinna. IV. 4.
We read that we ought to forgive our enemies; but we do not read that we ought to forgive our friends. Attributed to Cosmus, Duke of Florence, by
Bacon. Apothegms. No. 206. Thou whom avenging pow’rs obey, Cancel my debt (too great to pay) Before the sad accounting day. WENTWORTH DILLON-On the Day of Judg
ment. St. 11.
Humanum amare est, humanum autem ignoscere est.
To love is human, it is also human to forgive. PLAUTUS—Mercator. II. 2. 46.
(See also under ERROR) 24 Good-nature and good-sense must ever join; To err is human, to forgive, divine. POPE-Essay on Criticism. L. 522.
What if this cursed hand Were thicker than itself with brother's blood? Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens To wash it white as snow?
Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 3. L. 43.