He must needs go that the devil drives. -Shakespeare: "All's Well That Ends Well, Act I.

Success, the mark no mortal wit,
Or surest hand, can always hit;
For whatsoe'er we perpetrate,
We do but row,-w'are steer'd by fate,
Which in success oft disinherits,
For spurious causes, noblest merits.
-Butler: "Hudibras."

All human things are subject to decay,
And when fate summons, monarchs must obey.
-Dryden: "MacFlecknoe."

Heaven from all creatures hides the Book of Fate,
All but the page prescrib'd, their present state:
From brutes what men, from men what spirits
know;

Or who could suffer being here below?
The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day,
Had he thy reason, would he skip and play?
Pleased to the last he crops the flow'ry food,
And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
Oh! blindness to the future! kindly given,
That each may fill the circle mark'd by heav n,
Who sees, with equal eye, as God of all,
A hero perish, or a sparrow fall.

-Pope: "Essay on Man,"

FASHION, THE GLASS OF

The glass of fashion, and the mold of form,
The observed of all observers!

-Shakespeare: "Hamlet," Act III.

FAWNING

And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee,
Where thrift may follow fawning.

-Shakespeare: "Hamlet," Act III.