For he that fights and runs away / May live to fight another day; / But he who is in battle slain, / Can never rise and fight again. Goldsmith.

For he that worketh high and wise, / Nor pauses in his plan, / Will take the sun out of the skies / Ere freedom out of man. Emerson.

For his bounty, / There was no winter in't; an autumn 'twas, / That grew the more by reaping. Ant. and Cleop., v. 2.

For his chaste Muse employed her heaven-taught lyre / None but the noblest passions to inspire, / Not one immoral, one corrupted thought, / One line which, dying, he could wish to blot. Littleton on Thomson.

For hope is but the dream of those that wake. Prior.

For I am nothing if not critical. Othello, 5 ii. 1.

For I am full of spirit, and resolved / To meet all perils very constantly. Jul. Cæs., v. 1.

For I say this is death, and the sole death, / When a man's loss comes to him from his gain, / Darkness from light, from knowledge ignorance, / And lack of love from love made manifest. Browning.

For it so falls out, / That what we have we prize not to the worth / While we enjoy it, but being lack'd and lost, / Why, then we rack the value. Much Ado, iv. 1.

For it stirs the blood in an old man's heart, / And makes his pulses fly, / To catch the thrill of a happy voice / And the light of a pleasant eye. N. P. Willis.