Can’t I another’s face commend,
And to her virtues be a friend,
But instantly your forehead lowers,
As if her merit lessen’d yours?
655
MOORE:  The Farmer, the Spaniel, and the Cat, Fable ix.

Behind a frowning providence
  He hides a shining face.
656
COWPER:  Light Shining out of Darkness.

=Fair.=

Fair is foul, and foul is fair.
657
SHAKS.:  Macbeth, Act i., Sc. 1.

Exceeding fair she was not; and yet fair
In that she never studied to be fairer
Than Nature made her; beauty cost her nothing,
Her virtues were so rare.
658
GEORGE CHAPMAN:  All Fools, Act i., Sc. 1.

=Fairies.=

This is the fairy land; O spite of spites, We talk with goblins, owls, and elvish sprites. 659 SHAKS.:  Com. of Errors, Act ii., Sc. 2.

=Faith.=

If faith produce no works, I see
That faith is not a living tree.
660
HANNAH MORE:  Dan and Jane.

Whose faith, has centre everywhere,
Nor cares to fix itself to form.
661
TENNYSON:  In Memoriam, Pt. xxxiii., St. 1.

’Tis hers to pluck the amaranthine flower Of faith, and round the sufferer’s temples bind Wreaths that endure affliction’s heaviest shower, And do not shrink from sorrow’s keenest wind. 662 WORDSWORTH:  Weak is the Will of Man.

For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight; His can’t be wrong whose life is in the right. 663 POPE:  Essay on Man, Epis. iii., Line 303.

=Fall.=

He that is down, needs fear no fall.
664
BUNYAN:  The Author’s Way of Sending forth his
  Second Part of the Pilgrim, Pt. ii.

=Falsity.=

As false
As air, as water, as wind, as sandy earth;
As fox to lamb; as wolf to heifer’s calf;
Pard to the hind, or stepdame to her son.
665
SHAKS.:  Troil. and Cress., Act iii., Sc. 2.

=Fame.=

Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives, Live register’d upon our brazen tombs. 666 SHAKS.:  Love’s L. Lost, Act i., Sc. 1.

Fame, if not double-faced, is double-mouthed, And with contrary blast proclaims most deeds:  On both his wings, one black, the other white, Bears greatest names in his wild aery flight. 667 MILTON:  Samson Agonistes, Line 971.

What’s fame? a fancied life in others’ breath, A thing beyond us, even before our death. 668 POPE:  Essay on Man, Epis. iv., Line 237.

There was a morning when I longed for fame,
  There was a noontide when I passed it by. 
There is an evening when I think not shame
  Its substance and its being to deny.
669
JEAN INGELOW:  The Star’s Monument, St. 81.

Ah! who can tell how hard it is to climb The steep where Fame’s proud temple shines afar? 670 BEATTIE:  Minstrel, Bk. i., St. 1.