=Frost.=

All the panes are hung with frost, Wild wizard-work of silver lace.

771 T.B. ALDRICH: _Latakia._

What miracle of weird transforming Is this wild work of frost and light, This glimpse of glory infinite!

772 WHITTIER: _The Pageant,_ St. 8

But, oh! fell death's untimely frost That nipt my flower sae early.

773 BURNS: _Highland Mary._

=Fruit.=

The ripest fruit first falls.

774 SHAKS.: _Richard II.,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.

=Fury.=

Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.

775 CONGREVE: _Mourning Bride,_ Act iii., Sc. 8.

Beware the fury of a patient man.

776 DRYDEN: _Absalom and Achitophel,_ Pt. i., Line 1005.

=Futurity.=

The dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will; And makes us rather bear those ills we have, Than fly to others that we know not of.

777 SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 1.

O Death, O Beyond, Thou art sweet, thou art strange!

778 MRS. BROWNING: _Rhapsody of Life's Progress._

Ah Christ, that it were possible For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us What and where they be.

779 TENNYSON: _Maud,_ Pt. xxvi., St. 3.

Trust no future, howe'er pleasant!

Let the dead Past bury its dead!

780 LONGFELLOW: _Psalm of Life._

==G.==

=Gain.=

Remote from cities liv'd a swain, Unvex'd with all the cares of gain.

781 GAY: _Fables,_ Pt. i., _The Shepherd and the Philosopher._

=Gale.=

So fades a summer cloud away; So sinks the gale when storms are o'er.

782 MRS. BARBAULD: _Death of the Virtuous._

Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.

783 BURNS: _The Cotter's Saturday Night._

=Gambling.=

Play not for gain, but sport. Who plays for more Than he can lose with pleasure, stakes his heart; Perhaps his wife's too, and whom she hath bore.

784 HERBERT: _Temple, Church Porch,_ St. 33.

=Garden.=

A garden, sir, Wherein all rainbowed flowers were heaped together.

785 CHARLES KINGSLEY: _Saint's Tragedy,_ Act v., Sc. 1.

God the first garden made, and the first city, Cain.

786 COWLEY: _The Garden,_ Essay v.

=Garret.=

Born in the garret, in the kitchen bred.

787 BYRON: _A Sketch._

=Garrick.=

Here lies David Garrick--describe him who can, An abridgment of all that was pleasant in man.

As an actor, confess'd without rival to shine; As a wit, if not first, in the very first line; Yet, with talents like these, and an excellent heart, The man had his failings--a dupe to his art.

Like an ill-judging beauty, his colors he spread, And beplaster'd with rouge his own natural red.

On the stage he was natural, simple, affecting: 'Twas only that when he was off, he was acting.

788 GOLDSMITH: _Retaliation,_ Line 93.

=Gem.=

Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear.

789 GRAY: _Elegy,_ St. 14.