Fame is the thirst of youth, but I am not
So young as to regard men's frown or smile,
As loss or guerdon of a glorious lot;

I stood and stand alone, remember'd or forgot.
1579
Byron: Ch. Harold. Canto iii. St. 112
I awoke one morning and found myself famous.
1580
Byron: From his Life by Moore. Chap. xiv.

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

1581

Byron: Don Juan. Canto viii. St. 3.

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

A certain portion of uncertain paper;

Some liken it to climbing up a hill,

Whose summit, like all hills, is lost in vapor;
For this men write, speak, preach, and heroes kill,
And bards burn what they call their "midnight taper,"
To have, when the original is dust,

A name, a wretched picture, and worse bust.
1582

Byron: Don Juan. Canto i. St. 218.

'Tis as a snowball, which derives assistance
From every flake, and yet rolls on the same,
Even till an iceberg it may chance to grow;
But after all 'tis nothing but cold snow.

1583

Byron: Don Juan. Canto iv. St. 100.

What of them is left, to tell

Where they lie, and how they fell?

Not a stone on their turf, nor a bone in their graves;
But they live in the verse that immortally saves.

1584

Byron: Siege of Corinth. St. 25.

Who grasp'd at earthly fame,

Grasp'd wind; nay worse, a serpent grasp'd, that through His hand slid smoothly, and was gone; but left

A sting behind which wrought him endless pain.

1585

Pollok: Course of Time. Bk. iii. Line 533 Fame lulls the fever of the soul, and makes

Us feel that we have grasp'd an immortality.

1586

Joaquin Miller: Ina. Sc. 4.

Fame is the fragrance of heroic deeds.

1587 Longfellow: Tales of a Wayside Inn. Bell of A. Line 113.

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,

A forlorn and shipwreck'd brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.

1588

Longfellow: Psalm of Life.

A lady with her daughters or her nieces,
Shine like a guinea and seven-shilling pieces.

1590

FANCY

Byron: Don Juan. Canto iii. St. 60

see Imagination.

Tell me, where is fancy bred;

Or in the heart, or in the head?
How begot, how nourishéd?
Reply, reply.

It is engendered in the eyes,

With gazing fed: and fancy dies

In the cradle where it lies.

1591

Shaks.: Mer. of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2. Song

The earth hath bubbles, as the water has,
And these are of them.

1592

Shaks.: Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3.

Two meanings have our lightest fantasies,
One of the flesh, and of the spirit one.

1593

James Russell Lowell: Sonnet xxxiv. Ed. 1844
Fancy, like the finger of a clock,

Cowper: Task. Bk. iv. Line 118.

Runs the great circuit, and is still at home.

1594

Woe to the youth whom fancy gains,
Winning from Reason's hand the reins,
Pity and woe! for such a mind

Is soft, contemplative, and kind.
1595

Scott: Rokeby. Canto i. St. 31

FAREWELL see Adieu, Haste, Parting.
Farewell! Farewell! Through keen delights
It strikes two hearts, this word of woe.
Through every joy of life it smites,
Why, sometime they will know.

1596

Mary Clemmer: Farewell

Farewell! The lonely word that parts
Binds two in silence ever fast;

Each throbs to each, these sundered hearts,
One in the sacred past.

1597

Mary Clemmer: Farewell

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 honors thick upon him :
The third day comes a frost, a killing frost;
And when he thinks, good easy man, full surely
His greatness is a-ripening, - nips his root,

And then he falls, as I do.

1598

Shaks.: Henry VIII. Act iil. Sc. 2
Fare thee well;

The elements be kind to thee, and make
Thy spirits all of comfort.

1599

Shaks.: Ant. and Cleo. Act iii. Sc. 2

Farewell! if ever fondest prayer
For others' weal avail'd on high,
Mine will not all be lost in air,
But waft thy name beyond the sky.

1600

Byron: Farewell! If Ever Fondest Prayer.

Let's not unman each other— part at once;
All farewells should be sudden, when forever,
Else they make an eternity of moments,
And clog the last sad sands of life with tears.
1601

Byron: Sardanapalus. Act v. Sc. 1

Farewell!

For in that word, that fatal word,

howe'er

We promise-hope- believe, there breathes despair. Byron: Corsair. Canto i. St. 15.

1602

Then fare thee well, deceitful maid,
"Twere vain and fruitless to regret thee;
Nor hope nor memory yield their aid,
But time may teach me to forget thee.
1603

Byron: To a Lady

One struggle more, and I am free
From pangs that rend my heart in twain;
One last long sigh to love and thee,
Then back to busy life again.

1604

Byron: One Struggle More and I am Free

Fare thee well! and if for ever,
Still for ever, fare thee well:

Even though unforgiving, never 'Gainst thee shall my heart rebel. 1605

Byron: Fare Thee Wel

Here's a sigh to those who love me,
And a smile to those who hate;
And, whatever sky's above me,
Here's a heart for ev'ry fate.
1606

Byron To Tom Moore

Farewell! a word that must be, and hath been:

A sound which makes us linger; - yet - farewell! 1607 Byron: Ch. Harold. Canto iv. St. 186

FASHION- see Dress.

The fashion wears out more apparel than the man. 1608

Shaks.: Much Ado. Act iii. Sc. 3

The glass of fashion, and the mould of form,
The observed of all observers!

1609

Shaks.: Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1

Nothing is thought rare

Which is not new and follow'd: yet we know
That what was worn some twenty years ago
Comes into grace again.

1610 Beaumont and Fletcher. Prologue to Noble Gent And as the French we conquer'd once, Now give us laws for pantaloons,

The length of breeches, and the gathers,
Port-cannons, perriwigs, and feathers.

1611

Butler: Hudibras. Pt. i. Canto iii. Line 923

Be not the first by whom the new is tried,
Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.

1612
Fashion, a word which knaves and fools may use,
Their knavery and folly to excuse.

Pope: E. on Criticism. Pt. ii. Line 135

1613

Churchill: Rosciad. Line 455

FATE see Fortune, Futurity, Providence.
What fates impose, that men must needs abide;
It boots not to resist both wind and tide.
1614
There's a divinity that shapes our ends,
Rough-hew them how we will.

1615

Shaks.: 3 Henry VI. Act iv. Sc. 3

Shaks.: Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2.

He must needs go that the devil drives. 1616

Shaks.: All's Well. Act i. Sc. 3.

Success, the mark no mortal wit,
Or surest hand, can always hit;

For whatsoe'er we perpetrate,

We do but row- w'are steer'd by fate,
Which in success oft disinherits,

For spurious causes, noblest merits.

1617

Butler: Hudibras. Pt. i. Canto i. Line 877

All human things are subject to decay,

And when fate summons, monarchs must obey.

1618

Dryden: Mac Flecknoe. Line 1

Whatever is, is in its causes just,

Since all things are by fate; but purblind man
Sees but a part o' th' chain, the nearest link,
His eyes not carrying to that equal beam
That poises all above.

1619

Dryden: Edipus. Act iii. Sc. 3

Whate'er betides, by destiny 'tis done,

And better bear like men, than vainly seem to shun. 1620 Dryden: Palamon and Arcite. Bk. i. Line 249,

Those whom God to ruin has design'd,

He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind.

1621 Dryden Hind and Panther. Pt. iii. Line 2387. Fate holds the strings, and Men like Children, move But as they're led: Success is from above.

1622

Lord Lansdowne: Heroic Love. Act v. Sc. 1. This day we fashion Destiny, our web of Fate we spin. 1623 Whittier: The Crisis. St. 10.

Who can answer where any road leads to?

1624

Owen Meredith: Lucile. Pt. i. Canto vi. St. 21.

Alas, by what rude fate

Our lives, like ships at sea, are instant meet,
Then part forever on their courses fleet!

1625

E.. C. Stedman: Blameless Prince. St. 51.

Fulfil thy fate! Be-do- - bear—and thank God. 1626

Fate.

The heart is its own

1627

Bailey: Festus. Sc. Heaven.

Bailey: Festus. Sc. Wood and Water.
Man, tho' limited

By fate, may vainly think his actions free,
While all he does, was at his hour of birth,
Or by his gods, or potent stars ordain'd.
1628

Rowe Royal Convert. Act i. Sc. 1

Heaven from all creatures hides the Book of Fate,
All but the page prescrib'd, their present state:

From brutes what men, from men what spirits know
Or who could suffer being here below?

The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day,

Had he thy reason, would he skip and play?

Pleased to the last he crops the flow'ry food,

And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
Oh! blindness to the future! kindly given,

That each may fill the circle mark'd by heav'n,
Who sees, with equal eye, as God of all,

A hero perish, or a sparrow fall.

1629

Pope: Essay on Man. Epis. i. Line 77