FIDELITY FIG
There was a sound of revelry by night,
And Belgium's capital had gatherd then
Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright
The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men.
The music, and the banquet, and the wine—
The garlands, the rose odors, and the flowers,
The sparkling eyes, and flashing ornaments—
The white arms and the raven hah'—the braids,
And bracelets; swan-like bosoms, and the necklace,
An India in itself, yet dazzling not.
| author = Byron
| work = Marino Faliero. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 51.
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Then I commended mirth, because a manhath
no better thing under the sun, than to eat, and
to drink, and t o be merry.
Ecclesiastes. VuTL 15. See also Luke. XII. 19.
Neque pauciores tribus, neque plures novem.
Not fewer than three nor more than nine.
Quoted by Erasmus—Fam. Coll. The number for a dinner, according to a proverb.
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| text = The service was of great array,
That they were served with that day.
Thus they ate, and made them glad,
With such service as they had—
When they had dined, as I you say,
Lordis and ladies yede to play;
Some to tables and some to chess,
With other games more and less.
The Life of Ipomydon. Harleian Library.
(British Museum.) MS. No. 2,252.
Non ampliter, sed munditer convivium; plus
salis quam sumptus.
A feast not profuse but elegant; more of
salt [refinement] than of expense.
Quoted by Montaigne—Essays. Bk. III. Ch.
IX. From an ancient poet, cited by Nonnids Marcellus. XI. 19. Also from
Cornelius Nepos—Life of Atticus. Ch.
xni.
This night I hold an old accustom'd feast,
Whereto I have invited many a guest,
Such as I love; and you among the store,
One more, most welcome, makes my number
more.
We keep the day. With festal cheer,
With books and music, surely we
Will drink to him, whate'er he be,
And sing the songs he loved to hear.
| author = Tennyson
| work = In Memoriam. CVTL.
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Oh, leave the gay and festive scenes,
The halls of dazzling light.
H. S. Van Dyke—The Light Guitar.
Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox—Solitude.
FIDELITY
(See also Faith)
No man can mortgage his injustice as a pawn
for his fidelity.
Burke—Reflections on the Revolution in France.
I never will desert Mr. Micawber.
Thou givest life and love for Greece and Right:
I will stand by thee lest thou shouldst be weak,
Not weak of soul.—I will but hold in sight
Thy marvelous beauty.—Here is
She you seek!
W. J. Linton—Iphigenia at Aulis. .
So spake the seraph Abdiel, faithful found,
Among the faithless faithful only he.
MnvroN—Paradise Lost.
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| text = Be not the first by whom the new are tried,
Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.
Pleas'd to the last he crops the flowery food,
And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood.
| author = Pope
| work = Essay on Man.
| place = Ep. I. L. 83.
| seealso = (See also Pomfret under Hand)
Pretio parata vincitur pretio fides.
Fidelity bought with money is overcome by
money.
Seneca—Agamemnon. 287.
Poscunt fidem secunda, at adversa exigunt.
Prosperity asks for fidelity; adversity exacts it.
Seneca—Agamemnon. 934.
O, where is loyalty?
If it be banish'd from the frosty head,
Where shall it find a harbour in the earth?
Henry VI. Pt. II. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 166.
You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant;
But yet you draw not iron, for my heart
Is true as steel.
To be true to each other, let 'appen what maay
Till the end o' the daay
An the last load hoam.
| author = Tennyson
| work = The Promise of May. Song. Act
To God, thy countrie, and thy friend be true.
Vaughan—Rides and Lessons. St. 8.
FIG
FicUS
Close by a rock, of less enormous height,
Breaks the wild waves, and forms a dangerous
strait;
Full on its crown, a fig's green branches rise,
And shoot a leafy forest to the skies.
Homer—Odyssey. Bk. XII. L. 125
| note = Pope's trans.
So counsel'd he, and both together went
Into the thickest wood; there soon they chose
The fig-tree, not that kind for fruit renowned,
But such as at this day to Indians known
In Malabar or Decan spreads her arms,
Branching so broad and long, that in the ground
The bended twigs take root, and daughters grow
About the mother tree, a pillar'd shade
High overarch'd, and echoing walks between.
