For fools rush in where angels fear to tread. 737 POPE:  E. on Criticism, Pt. iii., Line 66.

=Footprints.=

Lives of great men all remind us
  We can make our lives sublime,
And departing, leave behind us
  Footprints on the sands of time.
738
LONGFELLOW:  A Psalm of Life.

=Forbearance.=

The kindest and the happiest pair
Will find occasion to forbear;
And something, every day they live,
To pity, and perhaps forgive.
739
COWPER:  Mutual Forbearance.

=Force.=

Who overcomes
By force, hath overcome but half his foe.
740
MILTON:  Par.  Lost, Bk. i., Line 648.

=Forest.=

Summer or winter, day or night,
The woods are an ever-new delight;
They give us peace, and they make us strong,
Such wonderful balms to them belong: 
So, living or dying, I’ll take mine ease
Under the trees, under the trees.
741
R.H.  STODDARD:  Under the Trees.

This is the forest primeval.
742
LONGFELLOW:  Evangeline, Introduction.

=Forgetfulness.=

  Not in entire forgetfulness,
  And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory, do we come
  From God, who is our home.
743
WORDSWORTH:  Intimations of Immortality.

God of our fathers, known of old—­
  Lord of our far-flung battle line—­
Beneath whose awful hand we hold
  Dominion over palm and pine—­
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget—­lest we forget.
744
RUDYARD KIPLING:  Recessional.

=Forgiveness.=

Good nature and good sense must ever join;
To err is human, to forgive divine.
745
POPE:  E. on Criticism, Pt. ii., Line 324.

They who forgive most shall be most forgiven. 746 BAILEY:  Festus, Sc. Home.

Good, to forgive;
Best to forget!
747
ROBERT BROWNING:  La Saisiaz, Prologue.

=Form.=

She was a form of life and light
That seen, became a part of sight,
And rose, where’er I turn’d mine eye,
The morning-star of memory!
748
BYRON:  Giaour, Line 1127.

=Fortitude.=

True fortitude is seen in great exploits That justice warrants, and that wisdom guides; All else is tow’ring frenzy and distraction. 749 ADDISON:  Cato, Act ii., Sc. 1.

=Fortune.=

Will fortune never come with both hands full, But write her fair words still in foulest letters?  She either gives a stomach, and no food,—­ Such as are the poor in health; or else a feast, And takes away the stomach,—­such are the rich, That have abundance, and enjoy it not. 750 SHAKS.:  2 Henry IV., Act iv., Sc. 4.

Fortune is female:  from my youth her favors Were not withheld, the fault was mine to hope Her former smiles again at this late hour. 751 BYRON:  Mar.  Faliero, Act v., Sc. 1.