Though I often salute you, you never salute me first; I shall therefore, Pontilianus, salute you with an eternal farewell.
Farewell, happy fields,
Where joy forever dwells; nail, horrors!
Gude nicht, and joy be wi' you a'.
Farewell to Lochaber, and farewell, my Jean,
Where heartsome wi' thee I hae mony day been:
For Lochaber no more, Lochaber no more,
We'll maybe return to Lochaber no more.
Fare thee well;
The elements be kind to thee, and make
Thy spirits all of comfort!
Sweets to the sweet; farewell!
Farewell, and stand fast.
Henry IV. Pt. I. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 75.
Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars,
That make ambition virtue! O, farewell!
Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump,
The spiritrstirring drum, the ear-piercing fife.
Othello. Act III. Sc. 3. L. 349.
i Here's my hand.
And mine, with my heart in't: and now farewell,
Till half an hour hence.
Temped. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 89.
Then westward ho! Grace and good disposition
Attend your ladyship!
So sweetly she bade me adieu,
I thought that she bade me return.
Shenstone—A Pastoral Ballad. Pt. I. Absence. St. 5.
FARMING (See Agriculture)
FASHION
Squinting upon the lustre
Of the rich Rings which on his fingers glistre;
And, snuffing with a wrythed nose the Amber,
The Musk and Civet that perfum'd the chamber.
Du Bartas—Divine Weekes and Workes.
Second Week. Third Day. Pt. III.
Nothing is thought rare
Which is not new, and follow'd; yet we know
That what was worn some twenty years ago
Comes into grace again.
He is only fantastical that is not in fashion.
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Sec. II. Memb. 2. Subsect. 3.
And as the French we conquer'd once,
Now give us laws for pantaloons,
The length of breeches and the gathers,
Port-cannons, periwigs, and feathers.
Butler—Hudibras. Pt. I. Canto III. L.
923.
Fashion—a word which knaves and fools may
use,
Their knavery and folly to excuse.
Churchill—Rosciad. L. 455.
As good be out of the World as out of the Fashion.
Colley Cibber—Love's Last Shift. Act II.
The fashion of this world passeth away.
The glass of fashion and the mould of form,
The observ'd of all observers.
Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 161.
Their clothes are after such a pagan cut too,
That, sure, they've worn out Christendom.
Henry VIII. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 14.
You, sir, I entertain for one of my hundred;
only I do not like the fashion of your garments.
Lear. Act III. Sc. 6. L. 83.
I see that the fashion wears out more apparel than the man.
Much Ado About Nothing. Act III. Sc. 3. L. 148.
I'll be at charges for a looking-glass,
And entertain some score or two of tailors,
To study fashions to adorn my body:
Since I am crept in favour with myself,
I will maintain it with some little cost.
Richard III. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 256.
FATE
(See also Destiny)
The dawn is overcast, the morning lowers,
And heavily in clouds brings on the day,
The gre%t, the important day, big with the fate
Of Cato, and of Rome.
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The winged shaft of fate.
Ira Aldrddge—On William Tell. St. 12.
Yet who shall shut out Fate?
Edwin Arnold—Light of Asia. Bk. III. L.
336.
The heart is its own Fate.
Bailey—Festus. Sc. Wood and Water. Sunset.
Let those deplore their doom,
Whose hope still grovels in this dark sojourn:
But lofty souls, who look beyond the tomb,
Can smile at Fate, and wonder how they mourn.
Beatite—The Minstrel. Bk. I.
