=Favor.=

Poor wretches, that depend
On greatness’ favor, dream as I have done;
Wake, and find nothing.  But, alas, I swerve. 
Many dream not to find, neither deserve,
And yet are steep’d in favors.
689
SHAKS.:  Cymbeline, Act v., Sc. 4.

=Fawning.=

And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee,
Where thrift may follow fawning.
690
SHAKS.:  Hamlet, Act iii., Sc. 2.

=Fear.=

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 as itself?
691
SHAKS.:  Hamlet, Act i., Sc. 4.

Of all base passions fear is most accurs’d. 692 SHAKS.:  1 Henry VI., Act v., Sc. 2.

Desponding fear, of feeble fancies full,
Weak and unmanly, loosens ev’ry power.
693
THOMSON:  Seasons, Spring, Line 286.

The fear o’ hell’s a hangman’s whip
  To hand the wretch in order;
But where ye feel your honor grip,
  Let that aye be your border.
694
BURNS:  Ep. to a Young Friend.

=Feasting.=

Blest be those feasts with simple plenty crown’d,
Where all the ruddy family around
Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail,
Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale.
695
GOLDSMITH:  Traveller, Line 17.

Swinish gluttony
Ne’er looks to heav’n amidst his gorgeous feast,
But with besotted base ingratitude
Crams, and blasphemes his feeder.
696
MILTON:  Comus, Line 776.

=February.=

Come when the rains
Have glazed the snow and clothed the trees with ice,
While the slant sun of February pours
Into the bowers a flood of light.
697
WILLIAM COLLEN BRYANT:  A Winter Piece.

=Feeling.=

But spite of all the criticising elves, Those who would make us feel, must feel themselves. 698 CHURCHILL:  Rosciad, Line 961.

=Feet.=

Like snails did creep her pretty feet
  A little out, and then,
As if they played at bo-peep,
  Did soon draw in again.
699
HERRICK:  Aph.  Upon Her Feet.

=Fellow.=

In all thy humors, whether grave or mellow, Thou ’rt such a touchy, testy, pleasant fellow, Hast so much wit and mirth and spleen about thee, There is no living with thee, nor without thee. 700 ADDISON:  Spectator. No. 68.

=Female.=

But who is this, what thing of sea or land,—­
Female of sex it seems.
701
MILTON:  Samson Agonistes, Line 710.

=Fickleness.=

Who o’er the herd would wish to reign,
Fantastic, fickle, fierce, and vain! 
Vain as the leaf upon the stream,
And fickle as a changeful dream.
702
SCOTT:  Lady of the Lake, Canto v., St. 10.

=Fiction.=

When fiction rises pleasing to the eye, Men will believe, because they love the lie; But truth herself, if clouded with a frown, Must have some solemn proof to pass her down. 703 CHURCHILL:  Epis. to Hogarth, Line 291.