For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
Essay on Criticism, Pt. III. A. POPE.
In idle wishes fools supinely stay;
Be there a will, and wisdom finds a way.
The Birth of Flattery. G. CRABBE.
This fellow's wise enough to play the fool;
And to do that well craves a kind of wit.
Twelfth Night, Act iii. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.
Some positive, persisting fools we know,
Who, if once wrong, will need be always so;
But you with pleasure own your errors past,
And make each day a critique on the last.
Essay on Criticism, Pt. III. A. POPE.
FORGET.
Good to forgive:
Best to forget.
La Saisiaz: Prologue. R. BROWNING.
We bury love,
Forgetfulness grows over it like grass;
That is a thing to weep for, not the dead.
A Boy's Poem. A. SMITH.
Go, forget me—why should sorrow
O'er that brow a shadow fling?
Go, forget me—and to-morrow
Brightly smile and sweetly sing.
Smile—though I shall not be near thee;
Sing—though I shall never hear thee.
Song: Go, Forget Me! C. WOLFE.
Forgotten? No, we never do forget:
We let the years go; wash them clean with tears.
Leave them to bleach out in the open day
Or lock them careful by, like dead friends' clothes,
Till we shall dare unfold them without pain,—
But we forget not, never can forget.
A Flower of a Day. D.M. MULOCK CRAIK.