For Freedom's battle, once begun, / Bequeath'd by bleeding sire to son, / Though baffled oft, is ever won. Byron.

For glances beget ogles, ogles sighs, / Sighs wishes, wishes words, and words a letter; / And then God knows what mischief may arise / When love links two young people in one fetter. Byron.

For gold the merchant ploughs the main, / The farmer ploughs the manor; / But glory is the soldier's prize, / The soldier's wealth is honour. Burns.

For good and evil must in our actions meet; / Wicked is not much worse than indiscreet. Donne.

For greatest scandal waits on greatest state. 45 Shakespeare.

For grief indeed is love, and grief beside. Mrs. Browning.

For he being dead, with him is beauty slain, / And, beauty dead, black chaos comes again. Shakespeare.

For he, by geometric scale, / Could take the size of pots of ale. Butler.

For he is but a bastard to the time / That doth not smack of observation. King John, i. 1.

For he lives twice who can at once employ / 50 The present well and e'en the past enjoy. Pope.