The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night…
“ Face that with Sol in Heaven ramping vies, iii. 167. Fain had I hid thy handwork, but it showed, iii. 280. Fain leaving life that fleets thou hast th' eternal won, ii. 281. Fair youth shall die by stumbling of the tongue, iii. 221. Familiar with my heart are woes and with them I, vii. 340. Far is the fane and patience faileth me, v. 41. Fare safely, Masrur! an her sanctuary viii. 237. Farewell thy love, for see, the Cafilah's on the move, iv. 254. Farewelling thee indeed is like to bidding life farewell, viii. 62. Fate the wolf's soul snatched up from wordly stead, iii. 146. ”
