And truth severe, by fairy fiction drest. 704 GRAY:  The Bard, Pt. iii., St. 3.

=Fidelity.=

Master, go on, and I will follow thee
To the last gasp, with truth and loyalty.
705
SHAKS.:  As You Like It, Act ii., Sc. 3.

To God, thy country, and thy friend be true. 706 HENRY VAUGHAN:  Rules and Lessons, St. 8.

=Fields.=

Wept o’er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shoulder’d his crutch, and show’d how fields were won. 707 GOLDSMITH:  Des.  Village.

=Fiend.=

Like one that on a lonesome road
Doth walk in fear and dread,
And having once turned round walks on,
And turns no more his head,
Because he knows a frightful fiend
Doth close behind him tread.
708
COLERIDGE:  The Ancient Mariner, Pt. v.

=Fighting.=

I’ll fight, till from my bones my flesh be hack’d. 709 SHAKS.:  Macbeth, Act v., Sc. 3.

He who fights and runs away,
May live to fight another day;
But he who is in battle slain
Can never rise and fight again.
710
GOLDSMITH:  Art of Poetry.

=Fire.=

From beds of raging fire to starve in ice
Their soft ethereal warmth, and there to pine,
Immovable, infix’d, and frozen round,
Periods of time; thence hurried back to fire.
711
MILTON:  Par.  Lost, Bk. ii., Line 592.

=Firmament.=

Now glow’d the firmament
With living sapphires.
712
MILTON:  Par.  Lost, Bk. iv., Line 598.

The spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim.
713
ADDISON:  Ode.

=Flag.=

Flag of the free heart’s hope and home! 
By angel hands to valor given;
Thy stars have lit the welkin dome,
And all thy hues were born in heaven.
714
JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE:  The American Flag.

The meteor flag of England
Shall yet terrific burn,
Till danger’s troubled night depart,
And the star of peace return.
715
CAMPBELL:  Mariners of England.

=Flame.=

Glory pursue, and gen’rous shame, Th’ unconquerable mind, and freedom’s holy flame. 716 GRAY:  Prog, of Poesy, Pt. ii., St. 2, Line 10.

The flame that lit the battle’s wreck
  Shone round him o’er the dead.
717
HEMANS:  Casablanca.

=Flattery.=

By heav’n I cannot flatter:  I do defy
The tongues of soothers; but a braver place
In my heart’s love, hath no man than yourself;
Nay, task me to my word; approve me, lord.
718
SHAKS.:  1 Henry IV., Act iv., Sc. 1.

’Tis an old maxim in the schools,
That flattery ’s the food of fools;
Yet, now and then, your men of wit
Will condescend to take a bit.
719
SWIFT:  Cadenus and Vanessa, Line 755.