For fools rush in where angels fear to tread. Essay on Criticism, Pt.  III.  A. POPE.

  In idle wishes fools supinely stay;
  Be there a will, and wisdom finds a way.
The Birth of Flattery.  G. CRABBE.

  This fellow’s wise enough to play the fool;
  And to do that well craves a kind of wit.
Twelfth Night, Act iii.  Sc. 1.  SHAKESPEARE.

  Some positive, persisting fools we know,
  Who, if once wrong, will need be always so;
  But you with pleasure own your errors past,
  And make each day a critique on the last.
Essay on Criticism, Pt.  III.  A. POPE.

FORGET.

  Good to forgive: 
  Best to forget.
La Saisiaz:  Prologue.  R. BROWNING.

   We bury love,
  Forgetfulness grows over it like grass;
  That is a thing to weep for, not the dead.
A Boy’s Poem.  A. SMITH.

  Go, forget me—­why should sorrow
    O’er that brow a shadow fling? 
  Go, forget me—­and to-morrow
    Brightly smile and sweetly sing. 
  Smile—­though I shall not be near thee;
  Sing—­though I shall never hear thee.
Song:  Go, Forget Me!  C. WOLFE.

  Forgotten?  No, we never do forget: 
  We let the years go; wash them clean with tears. 
  Leave them to bleach out in the open day
  Or lock them careful by, like dead friends’ clothes,
  Till we shall dare unfold them without pain,—­
  But we forget not, never can forget.
A Flower of a Day.  D.M.  MULOCK CRAIK.

FORGIVE.

  Good nature and good sense must ever join;
  To err is human, to forgive divine.
Essay on Criticism, Pt.  I.  A. POPE.

  Forgiveness to the injured does belong;
  But they ne’er pardon who have done the wrong.
Conquest of Granada, Pt.  II.  Act i.  Sc. 2.  J. DRYDEN.

  Thou whom avenging powers obey,
  Cancel my debt (too great to pay)
  Before the sad accounting day.
On the Day of Judgment.  W. DILLON.

  Some write their wrongs in marble:  he, more just,
  Stooped down serene and wrote them in the dust,
  Trod under foot, the sport of every wind,
  Swept from the earth and blotted from his mind. 
  There, secret in the grave, he bade them lie,
  And grieved they could not ’scape the Almighty eye.
Boulter’s Monuments.  S. MADDEN.

  The more we know, the better we forgive;
  Who’er feels deeply, feels for all who live.
Corinne.  MADAME DE STAEL.

FORTUNE.

  Fortune, men say, doth give too much to many,
  But yet she never gave enough to any.
Epigrams.  SIR J. HARRINGTON.

               Are there not, dear Michal,
  Two points in the adventure of the diver,
  One—­when, a beggar, he prepares to plunge? 
  One—­when, a prince, he rises with his pearl? 
  Festus, I plunge.
Paracelsus.  R. BROWNING.