FAVOUR.

For taking one's part that's out of favour: Nay, an thou canst not smile as the wind sits, thoul't catch cold shortly.

O, who shall believe,

But you misuse the reverence of your place;
Employ the countenance and grace of heaven,
As a false favourite does his prince's name
In deeds dishonourable.

Sickness is catching: O, were favour so!
I'll set thee in a shower of gold, and hail
Rich pearls upon thee.

FAVOURITES, Presumption of.

Where honeysuckles, ripen'd by the sun,
Forbid the sun to enter;-like favourites,

K. L. i. 4.

H. IV.

PT. II. iv. 2.

M. N. i. 1.

A. C. ii. 5.

Made proud by princes, that advance their pride
Against that power that bred it.

FAULT.

M. A. iii. 1.

I need not be barren of accusations; he hath faults, with surplus, to tire in repetition.

Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides;
Who cover faults, at last shame them derides.

You shall find there

A man, who is the abstract of all faults
That all men follow.

Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it!
Why every fault's condemn'd ere it be done:
Mine were the very cipher of a function,

To find the faults whose fine stands in record,
And let go by the actor.

There's something in me that reproves my fault;
But such a headstrong potent fault it is,
That it but mocks reproof.

C. i. 1.

K. L. i. 1.

4. C. i. 4.

M. M. ii. 2.

T. N. iii. 4.

all like one seeming mon

There were none principal; they were another, as halfpence are; every one fault strous, till his fellow fault came to match it. A. Y. iii. 2. His worst fault is, he's given to prayer; he is something peevish that way; but nobody but has his fault:-but let that pass. M. W. i. 4.

I will not open my mouth so wide as a bristle may enter, in way of thy excuse.

FAWNING.

Tut, Tut!

Grace me no grace, nor uncle me no uncle ;

T. N. i. 5.

FAWNING,-continued.
I am no traitor's uncle ;-and that word grace,
In an ungracious mouth, is but profane.

FEAR.

Fears makes devils of cherubims.

R. II. ii. 3.

T. C. iii. 2.

Of all base passions, fear is most accurs'd.

H.VI. PT. I. v. 2.

His flight was madness: When our actions do not,
Our fears do, make us traitors.

Those linen cheeks of thine

M. iv. 2.

If Cæsar hide himself, shall they not whisper,
Lo, Cæsar is afraid?

J.C. ii. 2

In time we hate that which we often fear.

A. C. i. 3.

This is the very painting of your fear.

O, these flaws and starts,

(Impostors to true fear) would well become
A woman's story at a winter's fire.

You make me strange,

M. iii. 4.

M. iii. 4.

Even to the disposition that I owe,

When now I think you can behold such sights,

And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks,

While mine are blanch'd with fear.

M. iii. 4.

Blind fear, that seeing reason leads, finds safer footing than blind reason stumbling, without fear.

T.C. iii. 2.

The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd loon!
Where got'st thou that goose look ?

M. v. 3.

O, let my lady apprehend no fear: in all Cupid's pageant there is presented no monster.

T.C. iii. 2.

There is not such a word
Spoke of in Scotland, as this term of fear.

H.IV. PT. I. iv. 1.

The love of wicked friends converts to fear;
That fear, to hate; and hate turns one, or both,
To worthy danger, and deserved death.

Why, what should be the fear?

I do not set my life at a pin's fee;
And, for my soul, what can it do to that,
Being a thing immortal?

R. II. v. 1.

H. i. 4.

FEAR,-continued.

Let not the world see fear and sad distrust
Govern the motion of a kingly eye.

I am sick and capable of fears;

K. J. v. 1.

Oppress'd with wrongs, and therefore full of fears;
A widow, husbandless, subject to fears;

A woman, naturally born to fears.

I have almost forgot the very taste of fears:
The time has been my senses would have cool'd
To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair
Would, at a dismal treatise, rouse, and stir,
As life were in't: I have supp'd full of horrors;
Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts,
Cannot once start me.

K. J. iii. 1.

M. v. 5.

O. i. 3.,

Novelty is only in request; and it is dangerous to be aged in any kind of course, as it is virtuous to be constant in any undertaking. There is scarce truth enough alive to make societies secure; but security enough, to make fellowships accursed: much upon this riddle runs the wisdom of the world.

FICTIONS.

More strange than true. I never may believe
These antique fables, nor these fairy toys.

TRAGIC.

What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba,
That he should weep for her?

FIDELITY (See also CONSTANCY, LOVE).

I'll yet follow

M.M. iii. 2.

M. N. v. 1.

The wounded chance of Antony, though my reason
Sits in the wind against me.

H. ii. 2.

A. C. iii. 8.

Though all the world should crack their duty to you,
And throw it from their soul; though perils did
Abound, as thick as thought could make them, and
Appear in forms more horrid; yet my duty,
As doth a rock against the chiding flood,.
Should the approach of this wild river break,
And stand unshaken yours.

Why look you so upon me?

I am but sorry, not afear'd; delay'd,

H.VIII. iii. 2.

FIDELITY,-continued.

But nothing alter'd: What I was, I am :
More straining on for plucking back.
The loyalty well held to fools, does make
Our faith mere folly :-yet, he, that can endure
To follow with allegiance a fallen lord,
Does conquer him that did his master conquer,
And earns a place i' the story.

W.T. iv. 3.

A. C. iii. 11.

His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles;
His love sincere, his thoughts immaculate;
His tears, pure messengers sent from his heart;
His heart as far from fraud, as heaven from earth.

T.G. ii. 7. Thou'rt a good boy: this secresy of thine shall be a tailor to thee, and shall make thee a new doublet and hose.

For all the sun sees, or

M. W. iii. 3.

The close earth wombs, or the profound seas hide
In unknown fathoms, will I break my oath
my fair belov'd.

To this

Countrymen!

My heart doth joy, that yet, in all my life,
I found no man but he was true to me.

Thou shalt not see me blush,

Nor change my countenance for this arrest;
A heart unspotted is not easily daunted.
The purest spring is not so free from mud,
As I am clear from treason to my sovereign.

FILCHING.

W.T. iv. 3.

J.C. v. 5.

H.VI. PT. II. iii. 1.

His thefts were too open; his filching was like an unskilful singer, he kept not time.

M. W. i. 3.

FILIAL INGRATITUDE (See also CHILDREN).

How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is
To have a thankless child.

K. L. i. 4.

RESENTMENT OF PARENTAL WRONGS.

That drop of blood that's calm proclaims me bastard.

FISHING.

H. iv. 5.

There's nothing to be got now-a-days, unless thou canst fish for't. P. P. ii. 1.

FIT FOR A THIEF.

Every true man's apparel fits your thief: If it be too little for your thief, your true man thinks it big enough; if

FIT FOR A THIEF,-continued.

M. M. iv. 2.

it be too big for your thief, your thief thinks it little enough: so every true man's apparel fits your thief. FLATTERY (See also ADULATION, Parasites). O, that men's ears should be

To counsel deaf, but not to flattery!

The learned pate

Ducks to the golden fool: All is oblique;
There's nothing level in our cursed natures,
But direct villainy.

Why this

Is the world's soul; and just of the same piece

Is every flatterer's spirit.

Every one that flatters thee,

T. A. i. 2.

T. A. iv. 3.

T. A. iii. 2.

Poems.

Is no friend in misery.

He does me double wrong,

That wounds me with the flatteries of his tongue.

O villains, vipers, damn'd without redemption !
Dogs, easily won to fawn on any man!

R. II. iii. 2.

R. II. iii. 2.

Ah! when the means are gone that buy this praise,
The breath is gone whereof this praise is made. T. A. ii. 2.

He that loves to be flatter'd is worthy the flatterer.
Heavens, that I were a lord!

Why, what a candy deal of courtesy
This fawning greyhound then did proffer me!

T. A. i. 1.

H. IV. PT. I. i. 3.

But when I tell him, he hates flatterers,
He says, he does; being then most flatter'd.
Flattery's the bellows blows up sin.
Because I cannot flatter, and speak fair,
Smile in men's faces, smooth, deceive, and cog,
Duck with French nods and apish courtesy,
I must be held a rancorous enemy.

Why these looks of care?

Thy flatterers yet wear silk, drink wine, lie soft;
Hug their diseas'd perfumes, and have forgot
That ever Timon was. Shame not these woods,
By putting on the cunning of a carper.
Be thou a flatterer now, and seek to thrive
By that which has undone thee: hinge thy knee,
And let his very breath whom thou'lt observe,
Blow off thy cap; praise his most vicious strain,
And call it excellent.

J.C. ii. 1.

P. P. i. 2.

R. III. i. 3.

T. A. iv. 8.