Flowers are the beautiful hieroglyphics of 50 Nature, by which she indicates how much she loves us. Goethe.
Flowers are the pledges of fruit. Dan. Pr.
Flowers are the sweetest things God ever made and forgot to put a soul into. Ward Beecher.
Flowers never emit so sweet and strong a fragrance as before a storm. Jean Paul.
Flowers of rhetoric in sermons and serious discourses are like the blue and red flowers in corn, pleasing to those who come only for amusement, but prejudicial to him who would reap profit from it. Pope.
Fluctus in simpulo exitare—To raise a tempest 55 in a teapot. Cic.
Fluvius cum mari certas—You but a river, and contending with the ocean. Pr.
Fly idleness, which yet thou canst not fly / By dressing, mistressing, and compliment. / If these take up thy day, the sun will cry / Against thee; for his light was only lent. George Herbert.
Fœdum inceptu, fœdum exitu—Bad in the beginning, bad in the end. Livy.
Fœnum habet in cornu, longe fuge, dummodo risum / Excutiat sibi, non hic cuiquam parcit amico—He has (like a wild bull) a wisp of hay on his horn: fly afar from him; if only he raise a laugh for himself, there is no friend he would spare. Hor.