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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.

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videntur.

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.

L. 311.
Die and endow a college or a cat.
POPE-Moral Essays. Ep. III. To Bathurst. A fool, a fool! I met a fool i' the forest,
L. 96.

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.

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FOOT

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 Vi'lets 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;
Her pretty feet
Like snails did creep

Nor prest a flower, nor bow'd a stalk.

BEN JONSON-Masques. The Vision of Delight.
A little out, and then,
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.
Feet that run on willing errands!

A foot more light, a step more true,
LONGFELLOW_Hiawatha. Pt. X. Hiawatha's Ne'er from the heath-flower dashed the dew.
Wooing. L. 33.

Scort—Lady of the Lake. Canto I. St. 18. 'Tis all one as if they should make the Stand

The grass stoops not, she treads on it so light.
ard for the measure, we call a Foot, a Chancel- Venus and Adonis. L. 1,028.
lor's Foot; what an uncertain Measure would
this bel one Chancellor has a long Foot, another

Steps with a tender foot, light as on air,
a short Foot, a Third an indifferent Foot. 'Tis
the same thing in the Chancellor's Conscience.

The lovely, lordly creature floated on.
JOHN SELDEN—Table Talk. Equity.

TENNYSON—The Princess. VI. L. 72.

Sed summa sequar fastigia rerum.
Nay, her foot speaks.
Troilus and Cressida. Act IV. Sc. 5. L. 56.

But I will trace the footsteps of the chief events.

VERGIL-Æneid. I. 342.
0, so light a foot
Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint.
Romeo and Juliet. Act II. Sc. 6. L. 16. Methought I saw the footsteps of a throne.

WORDSWORTH-Miscellaneous Sonnets. Me-
O happy earth,

thought I Saw the Footsteps of a Throne.
Whereon thy innocent feet doe ever tread!
SPENSER—Faerie Queene. Bk. I. Canto X.

FOPPERY
St. 9.

'Tis mean for empty praise of wit to write, Her feet beneath her petticoat,

As fopplings grin to show their teeth are white.

BROWN—Essay on Satire. St. 2.
Like little mice, stole in and out,

As if they feared the light:
But oh! she dances such a way!

I marched the lobby, twirled my stick,
No sun upon an Easter day
Is half so fine a sight.

The girls all cried, "He's quite the kick."
SIR JOHN SUCKLING—Ballad Upon a Wed-

GEO. COLMAN (The Younger)—Broad Grins. ding. St. 8.

Song. St. 1.
(See also HERRICK)

Of all the fools that pride can boast,
And feet like sunny gems on an English green. A Coxcomb claims distinction most.
TENNYSON—Maud. Pt. V. St. 2.

GAY-Fables. Pt. II. Fable 5.

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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.
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Mistakes remember'd are not faults forgot.
A ring, two watches, and a snuff box gilt.
Recipe "To Makea Modern Fop.” (About 1770)

R. H. NEWELL-The Orpheus C. Kerr Papers.

Second Series. Columbia's Agony. St. 9. This is the excellent foppery of the world.

Intrantis medici facies tres esse videntur King Lear. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 128.

Ægrotanti; hominis, Dæmonis, atque Dei.

Cum primum accessit medicus dixitque salutem, A fop? In this brave, licentious age

En Deus aut custos angelus, æger ait. To bring his musty morals on the stage?

To the sick man the physician when he enRhire 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.

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Our God and soldier we alike adore,
When at the brink of ruin, not before;
After deliverance both alike requited,
Our God forgotten, and our soldiers slighted.
QUARLES—Epigram.

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A man must get a thing before he can forget it.
HOLMES-Medical Essays. 300.

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The wind blows out, the bubble dies;
The spring entomb'd in autumn lies;
The dew dries up; the star is shot;
The flight is past-and man forgot.
Attributed to DR. HENRY KING. Credited to

FRANCIS BEAUMONT (1600) in a periodical

pub. about 1828. 11 God of our fathers, known of old,

Lord of our far-flung battle-line, Beneath whose awful Hand we hold

Dominion over palm and pine Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget-lest we forget!

KIPLING-Recessional Hymn.

We bury love,
Forgetfulness grows over it like grass;
That is a thing to weep for, not the dead.
ALEXANDER SMITH-City Poems. A Boy's

Poem. Pt. III.

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One day I wrote her name upon the strand,

But came the waves and washed it away;
Agayne I wrote it with a second hand,
But came the tyde and made my paynes his

prey.
SPENSER—Sonnet LXXV.