With thee

Certain my resolution is to die ;

How can I live without thee, how forego
Thy sweet converse and love so dearly join'd,
To live again in these wild woods forlorn?
Should God create another Eve, and I
Another rib afford, yet loss of thee

Would never from my heart; no, no, I feel
The link of nature draw me: flesh of flesh,
Bone of my bone thou art, and from thy state
Mine never shall be parted, bliss or woe.

Milton's Paradise Lost, b. 9.

FLAG.

Who forthwith from the glittering staff unfurl'd
Th' imperial ensign, which full high advanc'd
Shone like a meteor streaming to the wind.

FLATTERY.

Ibid, b. I.

Give me flatt'ry;

Flatt'ry, the food of courts! that I may rock him,
And lull him in the down of his desires.

Beaumont's Rolla.

No flatt'ry, boy! an honest man can't live by't:
It is a little sneaking art, which knaves

Use to cajole and soften fools withal.

If thou hast flatt'ry in thy nature, out with't;
Or send it to a court, for there 'twill thrive.

Otway's Orphan.

His fiery temper brooks not opposition,
And must be met with soft and supple arts,
With crouching courtesy, and honey'd words,
Such as assuage the fierce, and bend the strong.

Rowe's Lady Jane Grey, a. 1, s. 1.

Minds

By nature great, are conscious of their greatness,
And hold it mean to borrow ought from flattery.
Rowe's Royal Convert, a. 1, s. 1.

O flatt'ry!

How soon thy smooth insinuating oil

Supples the toughest fool.

Fenton's Mariamne.

Flatt'ry but ill becomes a soldier's mouth;
Leave we the practice of those meaner arts

To smooth-tongu'd statesmen, and betraying courtiers.

Marsh's Amasis.

The firmest purpose of a woman's heart
To well-tim'd, artful flatt'ry may yield.

Lillo's Elmerick.

Hold, Pharnaces!

No adulation; 'tis the death of virtue!
Who flatters is of all mankind the lowest,
Save he who courts the flattery.

Hannah More's Daniel,

P. 3.

Let me be grateful; but let far from me

Be fawning cringe, and false dissembling look,

And servile flattery, that harbours oft

In courts and gilded roofs.

Philips's Cider, b. 1.

FLOOD.

Meanwhile the south wind rose, and with black wings Wide hovering, all the clouds together drove

From under Heav'n; the hills to their supply

Vapour, and exhalation dusk and moist,
Sent up amain; and now the thicken'd sky
Like a dark ceiling stood down rushed the rain
Impetuous, and continued till the earth

No more was seen.

Milton's Paradise Lost, b. 11.

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FLOOD-FLOWERS-FORGIVENESS.

Sea cover'd sea,

Sea without shore; and in their palaces
Where luxury late reign'd, sea monsters whelp'd
And stabled; of mankind so numerous late,
All left, in one small bottom swum embark'd.

Milton's Paradise Lost, b. 11.

FLOWERS.

Went forth among her fruits and flowers,
To visit how they prosper'd, bud and bloom,
Her nursery; they at her coming sprung,
And touch'd by her fair tendence gladlier grew.

That never will in other climate
My early visitation, and my last

O flowers,

grow,

Ibid. b. 8.

At ev'n, which I bred up with tender hand
From the first opening bud, and gave ye names,
Who now shall rear ye to the sun, or rank
Your tribes, and water from th' ambrosial fount?
Ibid, b. 11.

FORGIVENESS.

Yet beauty, though injurious, hath strange pow'r
After offence returning, to regain

Love once possess'd; nor can be easily

Repuls'd, without much inward passion felt,

And secret sting of amorous remorse.

Milton's Samson Agonistes.

Great souls forgive not injuries till time
Has put their enemies into their power,
That they may shew forgiveness is their own.

Dryden's Duke of Guise.

Fall at his feet; cling round his reverend knees;
Speak to him with thy eyes; and with thy tears

Melt his cold heart, and wake dead Nature in him: Crush him in thy arms; torture him with thy softness: Nor till thy prayers are granted, set him free.

Otway's Venice Preserved.

Thou shalt not force me from thee;

Use me reproachfully, and like a slave:

Tread on me, buffet me, heap wrongs on wrongs
On my poor head: I'll bear it all with patience,
Shall weary out thy most unfriendly cruelty:
Lie at thy feet, and kiss them, tho' they spurn me;
Till wounded by my sufferings thou relent,

And raise me to thy arms with dear forgiveness. Ibid.
Thy narrow soul

Knows not the god-like glory of forgiving:
Nor can thy cold, thy ruthless heart conceive
How large the pow'r, how fix'd the empire is,
Which benefits confer on generous minds:
Goodness prevails upon the stubborn foes,
And conquers more than ever Cæsar's sword did.
Rowe's Lady Jane Grey, a. 5, s. 1.

Young men soon give, and soon forget affronts:
age is slow in both.

Old

'Tis easier for the generous to forgive,

Than for offence to ask it.

Addison's Cato.

Thomson's Edmund and Eleonora, a. 5, s. 4.

If there be

One of you all that ever from my presence
I have with sadden'd heart unkindly sent,
I here, in meek repentance, of him crave
A brother's hand, in token of forgiveness.
Joanna Baillie's Constantine Paleologus, a. 4, s.

He added not, and from her turn'd; but Eve
Not so repuls'd, with tears that ceas'd not flowing,

And tresses all disordered, at his feet
Fell humble, and embracing them, besought
His peace.
Milton's Paradise Lost, b. 10.

Forsake me not thus, Adam, witness Heaven
What love sincere, and reverence in my heart
I bear thee, and unweeting have offended,
Unhappily deceiv'd! Thy suppliant

I beg, and clasp thy knees; bereave me not,
Whereon I live, thy gentle looks, thy aid,
Thy counsel in this uttermost distress,
My only strength and stay: forlorn of thee,
Whither shall I betake me, where subsist?

While yet we live, scarce one short hour perhaps,
Between us two let there be peace.

Soon his heart relented

Towards her, his life so late and sole delight,
Now at his feet submissive in distress,
Creature so fair his reconcilement seeking,
His counsel whom she had displeas'd, his aid:
As one disarm'd, his anger all he lost,

Ibid.

Ibid.

And thus with peaceful words uprais'd her soon.

Ibid.

Let us no more contend, nor blame

Each other, blam'd enough elsewhere, but strive

In offices of love, how we may lighten

Each other's burden, in our share of woe.

Ibid.

FORTUNE.

Fortune, the great commandress of the world,
Hath divers ways to enrich her followers:
To some she honour gives without deserving;
To other some, deserving, without honour;

Some wit, some wealth, and some wit without wealth;
Some wealth without wit; some nor wit nor wealth,