r cares to fix itself to form.
_In Memoriam, XXXIII_. A. TENNYSON.

But who with filial confidence inspired,
Can lift to Heaven an unpresumptuous eye,
And smiling say, My Father made them all.
_The Task, Bk. V. Winter Morning Walk_. W. COWPER.

FALSEHOOD.

I give him joy that's awkward at a lie.
_Night Thoughts, Night VIII_. DR. E. YOUNG.

For my part, if a lie may do thee grace,
I'll gild it with the happiest terms I have.
_King Henry IV., Pt. I. Act v. Sc. 4_.. SHAKESPEARE.

'Tis as easy as lying.
_Hamlet, Act iii. Sc. 2_. SHAKESPEARE.

Some truth there was, but dashed and brewed with lies,
To please the fools, and puzzle all the wise.
_Absalom and Achitophel_. J. DRYDEN.

That a lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies;
That a lie which is all a lie may be met and fought with outright--
But a lie which is part a truth is a harder matter to fight.
_The Grandmother_. A. TENNYSON.

Some lie beneath the churchyard stone,
And some before the speaker.
_School and Schoolfellows_. W.M. PRAED.

Like one,
Who having, unto truth, by telling of it,
Made such a sinner of his memory,
To credit his own lie.
_The Tempest, Act i. Sc. 2_. SHAKESPEARE.

FAME.

Fame is the shade of immortality,
And in itself a shadow. Soon as caught,
Contemned; it shrinks to nothing in the grasp.
_Night Thoughts, Night VII_. DR. E. YOUNG.

And what is Fame? the meanest have their day,
The greatest can but blaze, and pass away.
_First Book of Horace, Epistle VI_. A. POPE.

What's Fame? A fancied life in others' breath,
A thing beyond us, e'en before our death.
_Essay on Man, Epistle IV_. A. POPE.

What is the end of Fame? 'tis but to fill
A certain portion of uncertain paper:
Some liken it to climbing up a hill,
Whose summit, like all hills, is lost in vapor:
For this men write, speak, preach, and heroes kill,
And bards burn what they call their "midnight taper,"
To have, when the original is dust,
A name, a wretched picture, and worse bust.
_Don Juan, Canto I_. LORD BYRON.

Her house is all of Echo made
Where never dies the sound;
And as her brows the clouds invade,
Her feet do strike the ground.
_Fame_. B. JONSON.

What shall I do to be forever known,
And make the age to come my own?
_The Motto_. A. COWLEY.

The best-concerted schemes men lay for fame
Die fast away: only themse