Chapter FIT to FLOWERS of Index by Grocott's Quotations - Alpha

FIT to FLOWERS

FIT.—Then comes my fit again.

Shakespeare.—Macbeth, Act III. Scene 4. (On the escape of Fleance.)

Countess.—Will your answer serve fit to all questions?
Clodio.—As fit as ten groats is for the hand of an attorney.

Shakespeare.—All’s Well that Ends Well, Act II. Scene 2.

FLATTERY.—O, that men should be
To counsel deaf, but not to flattery!

Shakespeare.—Timon of Athens, Act I. Scene 2. last lines.

FLEET.—The Spanish-fleet thou canst not see—because
—It is not yet in sight!

Sheridan.—The Critic, Act II. Scene 2.

FLESH.—O, that this too too solid flesh would melt,
Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew!

Shakespeare.—Hamlet, Act I. Scene 2. (Soliloquy on the unprofitableness of the world, the recent marriage of his mother, and the comparison between his uncle and his father.)

FLINT.—The fire i’ the flint
Shews not till it be struck.

Shakespeare.—Timon of Athens, Act I. Scene I. (Poet.)

O, Cassius, you are yoked to a lamb
That carries anger as the flint bears fire;
Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark,
And straight is cold again.

Shakespeare.—Julius Cæsar, Act IV. Scene 3. (Brutus to Cassius.)

FLOGGING.—Had it not been for him, we should never have known, that in the city of Athens children cried when they were flogged: we owe that discovery to his profound erudition.

Le Sage.—Gil Blas, Book II. Chap. IX.

FLOWER.—Yet, mournfully surviving all,
A flower upon a ruin’s wall.

Mrs. Hemans.—The Brigand Leader, Verse 5. Page 506.

FLOWER.—Within the infant rind of this small flower,
Poison hath residence and med’cine power:
For this being smelt, with that part cheers each part,
Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart.

Shakespeare.—Romeo and Juliet, Act II. Scene 3. (Friar Laurence.)

Gather ye rose-buds while ye may,
Old time is still a-flying:
And this same flower, which smiles to day;
To-morrow will be dying.

Herrick.—Hesperides to the Virgins, No. 93.

My love was like a summer flower,
That wither’d in the wintry hour,
Born but of vanity and pride,
And with these sunny visions died.

Scott.—Lord of the Isles, Canto IV. Stanza 7.

Wert thou all that I wish thee, great, glorious, and free,
First flower of the earth, first gem of the sea,
I might hail thee with prouder, with happier brow,
But oh! could I love thee more deeply than now.