s 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.

Forever, Fortune, wilt thou prove
An unrelenting foe to love;
And when we meet a mutual heart,
Come in between and bid us part?
752
THOMSON: _Song._

=Frailty.=

Frailty, thy name is Woman!
753
SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 2.

I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan,
Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death,
And from the organ-pipe of frailty sings
His soul and body to their lasting rest.
754
SHAKS.: _King John,_ Act v., Sc. 7.

=France.=

'Tis better using France, than trusting France;
Let us be back'd with God, and with the seas,
Which he hath given for f