Master, go on, and I will follow thee To the last gasp, with truth and loyalty.

705 SHAKS.: _As You Like It,_ Act ii., Sc. 3.

To God, thy country, and thy friend be true.

706 HENRY VAUGHAN: _Rules and Lessons,_ St. 8.

=Fields.=

Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won.

707 GOLDSMITH: _Des. Village._

=Fiend.=

Like one that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head, Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.

708 COLERIDGE: _The Ancient Mariner,_ Pt. v.

=Fighting.=

I'll fight, till from my bones my flesh be hack'd.

709 SHAKS.: _Macbeth,_ Act v., Sc. 3.

He who fights and runs away, May live to fight another day; But he who is in battle slain Can never rise and fight again.

710 GOLDSMITH: _Art of Poetry._

=Fire.=

From beds of raging fire to starve in ice Their soft ethereal warmth, and there to pine, Immovable, infix'd, and frozen round, Periods of time; thence hurried back to fire.

711 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 592.

=Firmament.=

Now glow'd the firmament With living sapphires.

712 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iv., Line 598.

The spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim.

713 ADDISON: _Ode._

=Flag.=

Flag of the free heart's hope and home!

By angel hands to valor given; Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, And all thy hues were born in heaven.

714 JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE: _The American Flag._

The meteor flag of England Shall yet terrific burn, Till danger's troubled night depart, And the star of peace return.

715 CAMPBELL: _Mariners of England._

=Flame.=

Glory pursue, and gen'rous shame, Th' unconquerable mind, and freedom's holy flame.

716 GRAY: _Prog, of Poesy,_ Pt. ii., St. 2, Line 10.

The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead.

717 HEMANS: _Casablanca._

=Flattery.=

By heav'n I cannot flatter: I do defy The tongues of soothers; but a braver place In my heart's love, hath no man than yourself; Nay, task me to my word; approve me, lord.

718 SHAKS.: _1 Henry IV.,_ Act iv., Sc. 1.

'Tis an old maxim in the schools, That flattery 's the food of fools; Yet, now and then, your men of wit Will condescend to take a bit.

719 SWIFT: _Cadenus and Vanessa,_ Line 755.

Can honor's voice provoke the silent dust, Or flatt'ry soothe the dull cold ear of death?

720 GRAY: _Elegy,_ St. 11.

=Flea.=

So, naturalists observe, a flea Has smaller fleas that on him prey; And these have smaller still to bite 'em; And so proceed _ad infinitum._ 721 SWIFT: _Poetry, A Rhapsody._

=Flesh.=

Oh, that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!

722 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act v., Sc. 1.

=Flirtation.=

Never wedding, ever wooing, Still a love-lorn heart pursuing, Read you not the wrong you're doing, In my cheek's pale hue?

All my life with sorrow strewing, Wed, or cease to woo.

723 CAMPBELL: _Maid's Remonstrance._

=Flood.=

Darest thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, And swim to yonder point?

724 SHAKS.: _Jul. Caesar,_ Act i., Sc. 2.

=Flowers.=