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lihat rage for fame attends both great and

small! Batter be d-d than mentioned not at all. John WOLCOT— To the Royal

Academicians. How his eyes languish! how his thoughts

adore That painted coat, which Joseph never wore! He shows, on holidays, a sacred pin, That touched the ruff, that touched Queen

Bess's chin. b. YOUNG--Love of Fame. Satire IV.

Line 119. Men should press forward, in fame's glorious

chase; Nobles look backward, and so lose the race. Young-Love of Fume. Satire I.

Line 129. With fame, in just proportion, envy grows. d. YOUNG-- Epistle to Mr. Pope. Ep. I.

Line 27.

Friend ahoy! Farewell! farewell!

Grief unto grief, joy unto joy, Greeting and help the echoes tell Faint, but eternal-Friend ahoy! HELEN HUNT-- Verses.

iend Ahoy! Farewell, farewell to the Araby's daughter. MOORE-Lalla Rookh. The Fire

Worshippers. Farewell and stand fast.

p. Henry IV. Pt. I. Act II. Sc. 2. Farewell the plumed troops, and the big

wars, That make ambition virtue! O, farewell! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill

trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing

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Othello. Act III. Sc 3.

Here's my hand. And mine, with my heart in't. And now

farewell, Till half an hour hence.

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FANCY. While fancy, like the finger of a clock, Runs the great circuit, and is still at home. COWPER- The Task. Bk. IV.

Line 118. Ever let the Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home.

f. KEATS - Funcy. Let far cy still my sense in Lethe steep; If it be thus to dream still let me sleep! 4. iwelfth Night. Act IV. Sc. 1.

Pacing through the forest, Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy. h. As You Like It. Act IV. Sc. 3.

So full of shapes is fancy,
That it alone is high fantastical.

i. Twelfth Night. Act I. Sc. 1.
Tell me, where is fancy bred ;
Or in the heart, or in the head?
How begot, how nourished?

Reply, Reply,
It is engender'd in the eyes
With gazing fed; and fancy dies
In the cradle where it lies,

j. Merchant of Venice. Act III. Sc. 2. Fancy light from fancy caught.

k. TENNYSON-- In Memoriam. Pt. XXIII.

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Farewell! a word that must be, and hath

been A sound which makes us linger;--yet-fare

well. 1. BYRON - Childe Harold. Canto IV.

St. 186.

Farewell! For in that word--that fatal word, - howe'er We promise-hope-- believe, -there breathes

despair.
BYRON— The Corsair. Canto I.

St. 15.

Their clothes are after such a pagan cut, too, That, sure, they have worn out Christendom.

y. Henry VIII. Act I, Sc. 3.

You, Sir, I entertain for one of my hun. dred; only, I do not like the fashion of your garments.

King Lear. Act III. Sc. 6.

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My death and life,
My bane and antidote, are both before me.

ADDISON — Cato. Act V. Sc. 1.
The dawn is overcast, the morning lowers,
And heavily in clouds brings on the day,
The great, th' important day, big with the

fate Of Cato, and of Rome.

b. ADDISON--Cato. Act I. Sc. 1. The bow is bent, the arrow flies, The wingéd shaft of fate. les ALDRIDGE- On William Tell.

St. 12. Who shall shut out Fate ? d. EDWIN ARNOLD- Light of Asia.

Bk. III. Line 336. The heart is its own Fate. BAILEY-- Festus. Sc. Wood and

Water. Sunset. Let those deplore their doom, Whose hope still grovels in this dark sojourn: But lofty souls, who look beyond the tomb, Can smile at Fate, and wonder how they

mourn.

BEATTIEThe Minstrel. Bk. I. Life treads on life, and heart on heartWe press too close in church and mart, To keep a dream or grave apart.. g. E. B. BROWNING--A Vision of Poets.

Conclusion, I am not now in fortune's

power, He that is down can fall no lower. h. BUTLER- Hudibras. Pt. I. Canto III.

Line 877. Born in the garret, in the kitchen bred. i BYRON--A Sketch.

eed, Flung from the rock, on Ocean's foam to sail, Where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's

breath prevail. j. BYRON--Childe Harold. Canto III.

St. 2.
Men are the sport of circumstances, when
The circumstances seem the sport of men.
k BYRON-- Don Juan. Canto V. St. 17.

There comes
For ever something between us and what
We deem our happiness.

Byron--Sardanapalus. Act I. Sc. 2. "Whom the gods love die young," was said

BYRON--Don Juan. Canto IV. St. 12. To bear is to conquer our fate. CAMPBELL--On Visiting a Scene in

Argyleshire. Fate steals along with silent tread, Found oftenest in what least we dread; Frowns in the storm with angry brow, But in the sunshine strikes the blow.

COWPER- A Fable. Moral.

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'Tis writ on Paradise's gate,
“Woe to the dupe that yields to Fate!"
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Must helpless man, in ignorance sedate,
Roll darkling down the torrent of his fate?
Sam'. JOHNSON - Vanity of Human

Wishes. Line 345.

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All are architects of Fate

Working in these walls of Time; Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme.

LONGFELLOW-The Builders,

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