Chapter FEET to FIGHT of Index by Grocott's Quotations - Alpha

FEET to FIGHT

FEET.—Her feet, beneath her petticoat,
Like little mice, stole in and out,
As if they fear’d the light:
But oh! she dances such a way!
No sun upon an Easter-day
Is half so fine a sight.

Sir John Suckling.—A Ballad upon a Wedding, Verse 8.

Her pretty feet like snails did creep
A little out, and then,
As if they played at bo-peep,
Did soon draw in again.

Herrick.—The Hesperides, Amatory Odes, No. 207.

Whose feet they hurt in the stocks: the iron entered into his soul.

Psalm CV. Verse 18.

I heard his chains upon his legs, as he turned his body to lay his little stick upon the bundle. He gave a deep sigh: I saw the iron enter into his soul.

Sterne.—The Captive.

FELICITY.—Still to ourselves in every place consign’d,
Our own felicity we make or find.

Goldsmith.—The Traveller, Line 431.

Since every man who lives is born to die,
And none can boast sincere felicity,
With equal minds what happens let us bear,
Nor joy, nor grieve too much for things beyond our care.
Like pilgrims to the appointed place we tend;
The world’s an inn, and death the journey’s end.

Dryden.—Palemon and Arcite, Book III. Line 883.

FELL.—I do not love thee, Doctor Fell,
The reason why I cannot tell;
But this alone I know full well,
I do not love thee, Doctor Fell.

Browne.—Dialogues of the Dead; from Martial, Epigram XXXIII.; 5 Notes and Queries 355.

From morn to noon he fell,
From noon to dewy eve.

Milton.—Paradise Lost, Book I. Line 742.

FELLOW.—A fellow almost damn’d in a fair wife;
That never set a squadron in the field,
Nor the division of a battle knows
More than a spinster.

Shakespeare.—Othello, Act I. Scene 1. (Iago to Roderigo.)

FENCE.—Plague on’t; an I thought he had been valiant, and so cunning in fence, I’d have seen him damned ere I’d have challenged him.

Shakespeare.—Twelfth Night, Act III. Scene 4. (Sir Andrew Aguecheek.)

FICTION.—As mere fiction as ever came from a traveller or a newspaper.

Fielding.—The Good-natured Man, Act II. Scene 2.

FIELDS.—’A babbled of green fields.

Shakespeare.—King Henry V. Act II. Scene 3. (Mrs.Pistol to Bardolph.)

FIEND.—So spake the Fiend, and with necessity,
The tyrant’s plea, excus’d his devilish deeds.