270 FICKLENESS - FIGHTING, &c. FICKLENESS. 1. Of constancy no root infix'd, That either they love nothing, or not long. PRIOR. 2. We in vain the fickle sex pursue, PRIOR. 3. She was fair-and my passion begun; She smil'd-and I could not but love; She is faithless-and I am undone. SHENSTONE. 4. Inconstant as the passing wind, SMOLLETT. 5. Ladies whose love is constant as the wind. YOUNG. 6. She will, and she will not-she grants, denies, Consents, retracts, advances, and then flies. 1. The hounds shall make the welkin answer them, And fetch shrill echoes from the hollow earth. SHAKSPEARE. 2. If all the year were playing holiday, 3. I saw him beat the surges under him, And ride upon their backs; he trod the water 4. The torrent roar'd; and we did buffet it 5. In wrestling, nimble, and in running, swift; SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. In shooting, steady, and in swimming, strong; SPENSER'S Astrophel. 6. Listening how the hounds and horn 7. Far up the stream the twisted hair he throws, MILTON. Which down the murmuring current quickly flows, He greedily sucks in the twining bait, Now, happy fisherman, now twitch the line! Behold the prize is thine. 8. With what delight the rapid course I view! 272 FISHING-HUNTING, &c. She flies, she stretches now with nimble bound; 9. See how the well-taught pointer leads the way! The fluttering coveys from the stubble rise, And on swift wings divide the sounding skies; GAY'S Rural Sports. 10. Soon as Aurora drives away the night, 11. And edges eastern clouds with rosy light, Back flies the rapid ground beneath the steed; Hills, dales and forests, far behind remain, While the warm scent draws on the deep-mouth'd train. -High in air He waves his varied plumes, stretching away O'ertakes him, and with many a giddy whirl 12. In genial spring, beneath the quiv'ring shade, SOMERVILE. POPE'S Windsor Forest. 13. Ye vig'rous swains! while youth ferments your blood, POPE'S Windsor Forest. 14. He thought, at heart, like courtly Chesterfield, 15. BYRON'S Don Juan. -With a swimmer's stroke Flinging the billows back from my drench'd hair, BYRON'S Two Foscari. 274 FLAG-FLATTERY, &c. FLAG. (See Banner.) FLATTERY-SYCOPHANT - PRAISE. 1. Or who would ever care to do brave deed, If none should yield him his deserved meed, None would choose goodness of his own free will. 2. That, sir, which serves and seeks for gain, And follows but for form, Will pack when it begins to rain, And leave thee in the storm. 3. He would not flatter Neptune for his trident; Or Jove for his power to thunder. 4. You play the spaniel, SPENSER. SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. And think with wagging of your tongue to win me. 5. Of all wild beasts, preserve me from a tyrant ; And of all tame-a flatterer. 6. The firmest purpose of a woman's heart To well-tim'd, artful flattery may yield. SHAKSPEARE. BEN JONSON. 7. 'Tis an old maxim in the schools, That flattery's the food of fools, Yet, now and then, your men of wit LILLO. SWIFT. |