Fuimus Troes, fuit Ilium, et ingens / Gloria Teucrorum—We Trojans are no more; Ilium is no more, and the great renown of the Teucri. Virg.
Fuit hæc sapientia quondam, / Publica privatis secernere, sacra profanis, / Concubitu prohibere vago, dare jura maritis, / Oppida moliri, leges incidere ligno—This of old was accounted wisdom, to separate public from private property, things sacred from profane, to restrain from vagrant concubinage, to ordain laws for married people, to build cities, to engrave laws on tablets. Hor.
Fuit Ilium—Troy was.
Fules are aye fond o' flittin'. Sc. Pr.
Fulgente trahit constrictos gloria curru, / Non 20 minus ignotos generosis—Glory draws all bound to her shining car, low-born and high-born alike. Hor.
Full little knowest thou that hast not tried / What hell it is in suing long to bide; / To lose good days that might be better spent, / To waste long nights in pensive discontent. Spenser.
Full many a day for ever is lost / By delaying its work till to-morrow; / The minutes of sloth have often cost / Long years of bootless sorrow. Eliza Cook.
Full many a gem of purest ray serene / The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear; / Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, / And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Gray.
Full many a stoic eye and aspect stern / Masks hearts where grief has little left to learn; / And many a withering thought lies hid, not lost, / In smiles that least befit who wears them most. Byron.
Full of sound and fury, / Signifying nothing. 25 Macb., v. 5.