Eye.- An unforgiving EYE, and a damned disinheriting countenance. SHERIDAN, School for Scandal.

That broods and sleeps on his own heart.

The harvest of a quiet EYE,

WORDSWORTH, A Poet's Epitaph.

TENNYSON, In Memoriam.

Eyes.-EYES that droop like summer flowers.-L. E. L.

Her EYES are homes of silent prayer.

F.

Face. He had a FACE like a benediction.

CERVANTES, Don Quixote.

Her FACE is like the milky way i' the sky,
A meeting of gentle lights without a name.

Sir JOHN SUCKLING, Brennoralt.

There's no art

To find the mind's construction in the FACE.

SHAKESPERE, Macbeth.

FACES are as legible as books, only with these circumstances to recommend them to our perusal, that they are read in much less time, and are much less likely to deceive us. —LAVATER.

Sea of upturned FACES.-Sir W. SCOTT, Rob Roy. DANIEL WEBSTER, Speech, Sept. 1842.

Facts.-FACTS are stubborn things. -SMOLLETT, Trans. Gil Blas.

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But FACTS are chiels that winna ding,

An' downa be disputed.-BURNS, A Dream.

The right honourable gentleman is indebted to his memory for his jests and to his imagination for his FACTS.

SHERIDAN, Speech in Reply to Mr. Dundas.

If we should FAIL,

Fail.-Macb.
Lady M.
We fail!
But screw your courage to the sticking-place,
And we'll not fail.-SHAKESPERE, Macbeth.

In the lexicon of youth, which fate reserves
For a bright manhood, there is no such word
AS-FAIL.-LYTTON, Richelieu.

Failings. And e'en his FAILINGS lean'd to virtue's side.

GOLDSMITH, Deserted Village.

Faint. FAINT heart ne'er won fair lady.-BRITAIN, Ida. KING, Orpheus and Eurydice. BURNS, To Dr. Blacklock. COLMAN, Love Laughs at Locksmiths.

Faith. His FAITH, perhaps, in some nice tenets might
Be wrong; his life, I'm sure, was in the right.

COWLEY, On Crashaw.

In FAITH and Hope the world will disagree,
But all mankind's concern is charity.—POPE, Essay on Man.
O welcome pure-ey'd FAITH, white-handed Hope.

Thou hovering angel, girt with golden wings!-MILTON.
Perplex'd in FAITH, but pure in deeds,

At last he beat his music out.

There lives more faith in honest doubt,
Believe me, than in half the creeds.

TENNYSON, In Memoriam.

'Tis hers to pluck the amaranthine flower
Of FAITH, and round the sufferer's temples bind
Wreaths that endure affliction's heaviest shower,
And do not shrink from sorrow's keenest wind.

WORDSWORTH, Sonnets.

Faithful.--So spake the seraph Abdiel, FAITHFUL found

Among the faithless, faithful only he.-MILTON, Paradise Lost. Fallen.-FALLEN, fallen, fallen, fallen,

Fallen from his high estate,

And weltering in his blood;
Deserted, at his utmost need,
By those his former bounty fed;

On the bare earth expos'd he lies,

With not a friend to close his eyes.--DRYDEN, Alexander's Feast.

False. But all was FALSE and hollow; though his tongue

Dropped manna, and could make the worse appear
The better reason, to perplex and dash
Maturest counsels.-MILTON, Paradise Lost.

FALSE as dicers' oaths.-SHAKESPERE, Hamlet.

Falsehood. A goodly apple rotten at the heart.
O, what a goodly outside FALSEHOOD hath!

Ibid., Merchant of Venice.

Had I a heart for FALSEHOOD framed,
I ne'er could injure you.-SHERIDAN, The Duenna.
Him thus intent Ithuriel with his spear

Touch'd lightly; for no FALSEHOOD can endure
Touch of celestial temper.-MILTON, Paradise Lost.
Fame.-FAME is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise
(That last infirmity of noble mind)

To scorn delights, and live laborious days;
But the fair guerdon when we hope to find,
And think to burst out into sudden blaze,
Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears,
And slit the thin-spun life.—Ibid., Lycidas.

Fame.-Above all Greek, above all Roman FAME.-POPE'S Horace.

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All crowd, who foremost shall be damn'd to FAME.

Ibid., Dunciad.

Ah! who can tell how hard it is to climb

The steep where FAME's proud temple shines afar?

BEATTIE, The Minstrel.

Better than FAME is still the wish for fame,
The glorious training for a glorious strife.-LYTTON.

FAME is no plant that grows on mortal soil.-MILTON, Lycidas.

Folly loves the martyrdom of FAME.

BYRON, Death of Sheridan.

Men the most infamous are fond of FAME,
And those who fear not guilt yet start at shame.

CHURCHILL, The Author

Nor FAME I slight, nor for her favours call;
She comes unlook'd for, if she comes at all.

POPE, Windsor Forest.

Nothing can cover his high FAME, but Heaven;
No pyramids set off his memories,

But the eternal substance of his greatness;

To which I leave him.-BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER.

The aspiring youth that fired the Ephesian dome
Outlives in FAME the pious fool that raised it.

COLLEY CIBBER, Richard III

The drying up a single tear has more
Of honest FAME, than shedding seas of gore.

BYRON, Don Juan.

The perfume of heroic deeds.-SOCRATES.
Unblemish'd let me live, or die unknown;
O grant an honest FAME, or grant me none !

POPE, Windsor Forest.

What is the end of FAME? 'tis but to fill

A certain portion of uncertain paper.-BYRON, Don Juan.

What rage for FAME attends both great and small!
Better be d-d than mentioned not at all.-Dr. J. WOLCOTT.

What shall I do to be forever known,

And make the age to come my own?-COWLEY, The Motto.
Familiarly. Talks as FAMILIARLY of roaring lions,
As maids of thirteen do of puppy-dogs!

SHAKESPERE, King John.

Families. Great FAMILIES of yesterday we show,
And lords, whose parents were the Lord knows who.

DEFOE, True-Born Englishman

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.
Ibid., The Corsair.

O, now, for ever,

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.

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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