FALLEN GREATNESS,-continued.

Not you, correct him. My heart weeps to see him
So little of his great self.

H. VIII. iii. 2.

I must now forsake ye; the last hour
Of my long weary life is come upon me.

Farewell:

And when you would say something that is sad,
Speak how I fell.

Pry'thee go hence,

Or I shall show the cinders of my spirit

Through the ashes of my chance.

Now boast thee, death! in thy possession lies
A lass unparallel'd.-Downy windows, close;
And golden Phoebus never be beheld

Of eyes again so royal!

FALSE CHARACTERS.

H. VIII. ii. 4.

A. C. v. 2.

A. C. v. 2.

I am damned in hell, for swearing to gentlemen, my friends, you were good soldiers, and tall fellows: and when Mistress Bridget lost the handle of her fan, I took't upon mine honour, thou hadst it not.

HAIR.

M. W. ii. 2.

So are those crisped snaky golden locks,
Which make such wanton gambols with the wind,
Upon supposed fairness, often known

To be the dowry of a second head,

The scull that Lred them in the sepulchre.

FALSEHOOD.

Falser than vows made in wine.

As false as dicers' oaths.

O what a goodly outside falsehood hath.

M. V. iii. 2.

A.Y. iii. 5.

H. iii. 4.

M.V. i. 3.

That same Diomed is a false-hearted rogue, a most unjust knave; I will no more trust him when he leers, than I will a serpent when he hisses; he will spend his mouth, and promise, like Brabler the hound; but when he performs, astronomers fortel it; it is prodigious; there will come some change; the sun borrows of the moon, when Diomed keeps his word. T.C. v. 1.

FALLSTAFF.

I have much to say on behalf of that Fallstaff.

FAME (See also CELEBRITY).

Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives,
Live register'd upon our brazen tombs,

H. IV. PT. I. ii. 4.

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FAME,-continued.

And then grace us in the disgrace of death;
When, spite of cormorant devouring Time,
The endeavour of this present breath may buy
That honour which shall bate his scythe's keen
And make us heirs of all eternity.
All-telling Fame.

It deserves with characters of brass,
A forted residence, 'gainst the tooth of time
And razure of oblivion.

The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones.
Men's evil manners live in brass: their virtues
We write in water.

Death makes no conquest of this conqueror;
For now he lives in fame, though not in life.

He lives in fame, that died in virtue's cause.

After my death, I wish no other herald,
No other speaker of my living actions,
To keep mine honour from corruption,
But such an honest chronicler as Griffith.

edge, L.L. i. 1. L. L. ii. 1.

M. M. v. 1.

J. C. iii. 2.

H.VIII. iv.2.

R. III. iii. 1.

Tit. And. i. 2.

H.VIII. iv. 2.

Adieu, and take thy praise with thee to heaven!
Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the grave,
But not remember'd in thy epitaph.

Fame, at the which he aims,

H. IV. PT. I. v. 4.

In whom already he is well grac'd,-cannot
Better be held, nor more attain'd, than by
A place below the first: for what miscarries
Shall be the general's fault, though he perform
To the utmost of a man; and giddy censure
Will then cry out of Marcius, O, if he
Had borne the business!

O, Harry, thou hast robb'd me of my youth,
I better brook the loss of brittle life,

Than those proud titles thou hast won of me;

C. i. 1.

They wound my thoughts, worse than thy sword my flesh:

But thought's the slave of life, and life, time's fool;

And time, that takes survey of all the world,

Must have a stop.

Having his ear full of his airy fame,

Grows dainty of his worth, and in his tent
Lies mocking our designs.

H. IV. PT. I. v. 4.

T. C. i. 3.

FAME,-continued.

If a man do not erect, in this age, his own tomb ere he dies, he shall live no longer in monument, than the bell rings, and the widow weeps. * * * An hour in clamour, and a quarter in rheum. M. A. v. 2.

I would give all my fame for a pot of ale, and safety.

FANCY.

So full of shapes is fancy,

That it alone is high-fantastical.

H.V. iii. 2.

T. N. i. 1.

An old hat, and the humour of forty fancies stuck in it

She knew her distance, and did angle for me,

Madding my eagerness with her restraint,

As all impediments in fancy's course

Are motives of more fancy.

A. W. v. 3.

We must every one be a man of his own fancy.

A. W. iv. 1.

In maiden meditation, fancy-free.

M. N. ii. 2.

FASHION.

See'st thou not, I say, what a deformed thief this fashion is? how giddily he turns about all the hot bloods between fourteen and five-and-thirty? M. A. iii. 3. Eat, speak, and move, under the influence of the most received star; and though the devil lead the measure, such are to be followed.

A. W. ii. 1.

I see that the fashion wears out more apparel than the

man.

New customs,

Though they be never so ridiculous,
Nay, let them be unmanly, yet are follow'd.

These remnants

Of fool and feather, that they got in France,
With all their honourable points of ignorance
Pertaining thereunto.

M. A. iii. 3.

H.VIII. i. 3.

H.VIII. i. 3.

FASHION,-continued.
Death! my lord,

Their clothes are after such a pagan cut too.

Still, wars and letchery; nothing else holds burning devil take them!

FATE.

H. VIII. i. 3.

O heavens! that one might read the book of fate;
And see the revolutions of the times

Make mountains level, and the continent

(Weary of solid firmness) melt itself

Into the sea! and, other times, to see

The beachy girdle of the ocean

Too wide for Neptune's hips: how chances mock,
And changes fill, the cup of alteration,

With divers liquors !

fashion: a T. C. v. 2.

H. IV. PT. II. iii. 1.

What fates impose, that men must needs abide,
It boots not to resist both wind and tide.

H. IV. PT. III. iv. 3.

We defy augury; there is a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the readiness is all.

Who can controul his fate?

H. v. 2.

But, O vain boast!

0. v. 2.

Well, heaven forgive him, and forgive us all!
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall:
Some run from brakes of vice and answer none;
And some condemned for one fault alone.

M. M. ii. 1.

If thou read this, O Cæsar, thou may'st live;
If not, the fates with traitors do contrive.
Men, at some times, are masters of their fates.

J.C. ii. 3.

J.C. i. 2.

But, orderly to end where I begun,

Our wills and fates do so contrary run,
That our devices still are overthrown;

Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own.

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.

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

FAULT.

M. N. i. 1.

A. C. ii. 5.

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.

A. C. i. 4.

M. M. ii. 2.

T. N. iii. 4.

There were none principal; they were all like one another, as halfpence are; every one fault seeming monstrous, 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. T. N. i. 5.

FAWNING.

Tut, Tut!

Grace me no grace, nor uncle me no uncle ;