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Qui vit sans folie n'est pas si sage qu'il croit. Leave such to trifle with more grace and ease,
He who lives without committing any folly Whom Folly pleases, and whose Follies please. is not so wise as he thinks.
POPE-Second Book of Horace. Ep. II. L. 326. LA ROCHEFOUCAULD-Maximes. 209.
Even a fool, when he holdeth his peace, is Un sot n'a pas assez d'étoffe pour être bon. counted wise.
A fool has not material enough to be good. Proverbs. XVII. 28.
Every fool will be meddling.
Proverbs. XX. 3.
Answer a fool according to his folly.
Proverbs. XXVI. 5.
Though thou shouldest bray a fool in a mortar
among wheat with a pestle, yet will not his foolA fool! a fool! my coxcomb for a fool!
ishness depart from him. MARSTON-Parasitaster.
Proverbs. XXVII. 22. 5 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 fools 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.
All'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. Fools are not mad folks.
Cymbeline. Act II. Sc. 3. L. 105. 5
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.
He has spent all his life in letting down empty buckets into empty wells, and he is frittering away his age in trying to draw them up again. SYDNEY SMITH-Lady Holland's Memoir. Vol. I. P. 259.
(See also COWPER) For take thy ballaunce if thou be so wise, And weigh the winde that under heaven doth
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.
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.
Henry V. Act III. Sc. 7. L. 132.
Merchant of Venice. Act III. Sc. 5. L. 71.
Chi conta i colpi e la dovuta offesa,
A fool is he that comes to preach or prate,
debate. Tasso Gerusalemme. V. 57.
Qui se croit sage, 6 ciel! est un grand fou.
He who thinks himself wise, O heavens! is a great fool. VOLTAIRE—Le Droit du Seigneur. IV. 1.
23 The greatest men May ask a foolish question, now and then. JOHN WOLCOT—The Apple Dumpling and the
Be wise with speed; A fool at forty is a fool indeed.
YOUNG-Love of Fame. Satire II. L. 281.
To wisdom he's a fool that will not yield.
Pericles. Act II. Sc. 4. L. 54.
12 This fellow is wise enough to play the fool; And to do that well craves a kind of wit.
Twelfth Night. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 67. 13 Marry, sir, they praise me and make an ass of me; now my foes tell me plainly I am an ass; so that by my foes, sir, I profit in the knowledge of myself.
Twelfth Night. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 19.
14 I hold him but a fool that will endanger His body for a girl that loves him not. Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act V. Sc. 4. L.
You may as well Forbid the sea for to obey the moon As or by oath remove or counsel shake The fabric of his folly.
Winter's Tale. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 426.
16 'Tis not by guilt the onward sweep Of truth and right, O Lord, we stay; 'Tis by our follies that so long We hold the earth from heaven away.
E. R. SILL-The Fool's Prayer.
At thirty man suspects himself a fool;
YOUNG-Night Thoughts. Night I. L. 417.
FOOT My feet, they haul me Round the House,
They Hoist me up the Stairs;
They Ride me Everywheres.
And the prettiest foot! Oh, if a man could but fasten his eyes to her feet, as they steal in and out, and play at bo-peep under her petticoats! CONGREVE—Love for Love. Act I. Sc. 1.
(See also HERRICK)
The tread Of coming footsteps cheats the midnight watcher Who holds her heart and waits to hear them
pause, And hears them never pause, but pass and die.
GEORGE ELIOT—The Spanish Gypsy. Bk. III.
14 There scatter'd oft the earliest of ye Year By Hands unseen are showers of Vi'lets found; The Redbreast loves to build and warble there, And little Footsteps lightly print the ground. GRAY-MS of Elegy in a Country Church
yard. Corrections made by Gray are "year” for “Spring”, “showers" for "fre
quent”, “redbreast” for “robin”. Vestigia terrent Omnia te adversum spectantia, nulla retrorsum.
The footsteps are terrifying, all coming towards you and none going back again. HORACE—Ep. Bk. I. 1. 74. Qruoted Vestigia
It is a suggestive idea to track those worn feet backward through all the paths they have trodden ever since they were the tender and rosy little feet of a baby, and (cold as they now are) were kept warm in his mother's hand. HAWTHORNE—The Marble Faun. Vol. I. Ch.
XXI. 4 Better a barefoot than none.
HERBERT Jacula Prudentum.
And so to tread
BEN JONSON—Masques. The Vision of Delight.
Her pretty feet
A little out, and then,
Did soon draw in agen. HERRICK–Upon her Feet.
(See also CONGREVE, SUCKLING)
Her treading would not bend a blade of grass, Or shake the downy blow-ball from his stalk!
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. NULOCK-A Flower of a Day. 3 A lofty cane, a sword with silver hilt,
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. 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 the sick man the physician when he enIn metre, as Druids did the savages.
ters seems to have three faces, those of a man, TUKE—The Adventures of Five Hours. Act V.
a devil, a god. When the physician first comes 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.
God and the Doctor we alike adore
FORGETFULNESS (See also OBLIVION) 7 But my thoughts ran a wool-gathering; and I did like the countryman, who looked for his ass while he was mounted on his back.
CERVANTES—Don Quixote. Pt. II. Ch. LVII. 8
The pyramids themselves, doting with age, have forgotten the names of their founders. FULLER-Holy and Profane States. Of Tombs.
A man must get a thing before he can forget it.
HOLMES—Medical Essays. 300.
If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning.
Psalms. CXXXVII. 5.
The wind blows out, the bubble dies;
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,
Poem. Pt. III.