The gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds.

725 WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _Death of the Flowers._

Flowers preach to us if we will hear.

726 CHRIS. G. ROSSETTI: _Consider the Lilies of the Field._

In Eastern lands they talk in flowers, And they tell in a garland their loves and cares; Each blossom that blooms in their garden bowers On its leaves a mystic language bears.

727 J.G. PERCIVAL: _Language of the Flowers._

Ye living flowers that skirt the eternal frost.

728 COLERIDGE: _Hymn in the Vale of Chamouni._

=Foe.=

Give me the avowed, the erect, the manly foe, Bold I can meet,--perhaps may turn his blow!

But of all plagues, good Heaven, thy wrath can send, Save, save, oh save me from the _candid friend_!

729 GEORGE CANNING: _New Morality._

=Folly.=

Fools, to talking ever prone, Are sure to make their follies known.

730 GAY: _Fables,_ Pt. i., Fable 44.

Whether the charmer sinner it, or saint it, If folly grow romantic, I must paint it.

731 POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. ii., Line 15.

Where lives the man that has not tried How mirth can into folly glide, And folly into sin!

732 SCOTT: _Bridal of Triermain,_ Canto i., St. 21.

When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray, What charm can soothe her melancholy?

What art can wash her guilt away?

733 GOLDSMITH: _The Hermit,_ Ch. xxiv.

=Fools.=

Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.

734 BYRON: _English Bards and Scotch Reviewers,_ Line 6.

Since call'd The Paradise of Fools, to few unknown.

735 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. iii., Line 495.

And ever since the Conquest have been fools.

736 EARL OF ROCHESTER: _Artemisia in the Town to Chloe in the Country._

For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

737 POPE: _E. on Criticism,_ Pt. iii., Line 66.

=Footprints.=

Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time.

738 LONGFELLOW: _A Psalm of Life._

=Forbearance.=

The kindest and the happiest pair Will find occasion to forbear; And something, every day they live, To pity, and perhaps forgive.

739 COWPER: _Mutual Forbearance._

=Force.=

Who overcomes By force, hath overcome but half his foe.

740 MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i., Line 648.

=Forest.=

Summer or winter, day or night, The woods are an ever-new delight; They give us peace, and they make us strong, Such wonderful balms to them belong: So, living or dying, I'll take mine ease Under the trees, under the trees.

741 R.H. STODDARD: _Under the Trees._

This is the forest primeval.

742 LONGFELLOW: _Evangeline,_ Introduction.

=Forgetfulness.=

Not in entire forgetfulness, And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory, do we come From God, who is our home.

743 WORDSWORTH: _Intimations of Immortality._

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.

744 RUDYARD KIPLING: _Recessional._

=Forgiveness.=

Good nature and good sense must ever join; To err is human, to forgive divine.

745 POPE: _E. on Criticism,_ Pt. ii., Line 324.

They who forgive most shall be most forgiven.

746 BAILEY: _Festus,_ Sc. _Home._

Good, to forgive; Best to forget!

747 ROBERT BROWNING: _La Saisiaz,_ Prologue.