For want of a nail the shoe was lost, for want of a shoe the horse was lost, and for want of a horse the rider was lost. Ben. Franklin.

For wealth is all things that conduce / To man's destruction or his use; / A standard both to buy and sell / All things from heaven down to hell. Butler.

For what are men who grasp at praise sublime, / 40 But bubbles on the rapid stream of time, / That rise and fall, that swell and are no more, / Born and forgot, ten thousand in an hour. Young.

For what are they all in their high conceit, / When man in the bush with God may meet? Emerson.

For what thou hast not, still thou striv'st to get, / And what thou hast, forgetst. Meas. for Meas., iii. 1.

For when disputes are wearied out, / 'Tis interest still resolves the doubt. Butler.

For where is any author in the world / Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye? Love's L. Lost, iv. 3.

For while a youth is lost in soaring thought, / 45 And while a mind grows sweet and beautiful, / And while a spring-tide coming lights the earth, / And while a child, and while a flower is born, / And while one wrong cries for redress and finds / A soul to answer, still the world is young. Lewis Morris.

For whom ill is fated, him it will strike. Gael. Pr.

For whom the heart of man shuts out, / Straightway the heart of God takes in, / And fences them all round about / With silence 'mid the world's loud din. Lowell.