he food of 'sweet and bitter
Fancy's rays the hills adorning
Fashion passeth away
--, glass of
Fast and furious
Fat, let me have men that are
Fate, take a bond of
--, roll darkling down the torrent of
Father, no more like my
Faults, be blind to her, a little blind
--, with all the, I love thee still
Favorite, to be a prodigal's
Fawning, thrift may follow
Fear, perfect love casteth out
--, with hope, farewell
Fearfully and wonderfully made
Fears, saucy doubts and
--, our hopes belied our
Feast, bare imagination of a
--of nectared sweets
--of reason
Feather, of his own, espied a
--, a wit 's a
--, to waft a
Feature, cheated of
Feel, would make us, must feel themselves
Feelings, great, came to them
Feels, meanest thing that
Feet beneath her petticoat
--like snails did creep
Feet, standing with, reluctant
Felicity, we make or find our own
Fell, I do not like thee, Doctor
Fellow that had losses
--of infinite jest
Fellow-feeling makes us kind
Female errors fall
Fever, after life's fitful
Few are chosen
Field be lost, what though the
Fields, 'a babbled of green
Fiery soul working out its way
Fife, ear-piercing
Fight, I have fought a good
Fights and runs away, he that
Fine, by degrees
--by defect
Finger, slow unmoving
Fire, while was musing, the
--, great a matter kindled by a little
--, one, burns out another's
--, pale his uneffectual
--, three removes as bad as a
Fires, their wonted
Firmament, the spacious
Fit audience find, though few
Fit'-, 'twas said by
Flame, adding fuel to the
Flanders, our armies swore terribly in
Flesh, all, is grass
--is weak
--, O that this too, too solid
--is heir to
--and blood can't bear it
Flint, wear out the everlasting
Flood, taken at the
Flow of soul
Flower, full many a
Floweret of the vale
Flowre, or herbe, no daintie
Fly, to drown a
Foe, unrelenting, to love
Foemen worthy of their steel
Foes, thrice he routed all his
Folly as it flies
--grow romantic
--, when woman stoops to
Food, minds not ever craving for
--, pined and wanted
--, nature's daily
Fool to make me merry
--, at thirty man suspects himself a
--must now and then be right
Fools, yesterdays have lighted
--, suckle
--rush in where angels fear to tread
--they are who roam
--who came to scoff
--, paradise of
Fools, in idle wishes
Foot, O, so light a
Forefathers of the hamlet sleep
Forever fortune wilt thou prove
Forget! illness, steep my senses in
Forgive, to, is divine
Form,