Chapter FLY to FOOL of Index by Grocott's Quotations - Alpha

FLY to FOOL

FLY.—Who quits a world where strong temptations try,
And, since ’tis hard to combat, learns to fly!

Goldsmith.—Deserted Village, Line 101. “Go!”—says he, one day at dinner, to an overgrown one which had buzzed about his nose, and tormented him cruelly all dinner-time, and which, after infinite attempts, he had caught at last, as it flew by him; “I’ll not hurt thee,” says my uncle Toby, rising from his chair, and going across the room, with the fly in his hand—“I’ll not hurt a hair of thy head :—Go!” says he, lifting up the sash, and opening his hand as he spoke, to let it escape; “go, poor devil, get thee gone, why should I hurt thee? This world, surely, is wide enough to hold both thee and me.”

Sterne.—Tristram Shandy, Vol. II. Chap. XII.

FOE.—A foe to God was ne’er true friend to man,
Some sinister intent taints all he does.

Young.—Night VIII. Line 704.

Curst be the verse, how well soe’er it flow,
That tends to make one worthy man my foe.

Pope.—Prol. to Satires, Line 283.

Alike reserv’d to blame, or to commend,
A timorous foe and a suspicious friend.

Pope.—To Arbuthnot, Prol. to Sat. Line 205.

He makes no friend who never made a foe.

Tennyson.—Idylls of the King, “Elaine.”

FOGGY.Like foggy south, puffing with wind and rain.

Shakespeare.—As you Like it, Act III. Scene 5. (Rosalind.)

For thee to speak be obey’d
Are one; but only in the sunny South
Such sounds are utter’d, and such charms display’d.

Byron.—Dedication to the Prophecy of Dante, Line 10.

FOLLY.—Folly ends where genuine hope begins.

Cowper.—Hope, Line 637.

FOLLY.—And must I ravel out
My weav’d up follies.

Shakespeare.—King Richard II. Act IV. Scene 1. (The King to Northumberland.)

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

Pope.—Moral Essays, Epi. II. Line 15.

Thus in a sea of folly tost,
My choicest hours of life are lost.

Swift.—Horace, Book II. Line 125.

FOOD.—Take that; and He that doth the ravens feed,
Yea, providently caters for the sparrow,
Be comfort to my age.

Shakespeare.—As you Like it, Act II. Scene 3. (Adam to Orlando.)