The _fool_ hath said in his heart, There is no God.--Psalm xiv. 1. I will hear what God the Lord will speak: for he will speak peace unto his people, and to his saints: but let them not turn again to _folly_.--Psalm lxxxv. 8. The crown of the wise is their riches: but the _foolishness_ of _fools_ is _folly_.--Proverbs, xiv. 24. Answer not a _fool_ according to his _folly_, lest thou also be like unto him.--Proverbs, xxvi. 4. Whosoever shall say, Thou _fool_, shall be in danger of hell fire.--Matthew, v. 22. The rout is _folly’s_ circle which she draws With magic wand. So potent is the spell, That none decoy’d into that fatal ring, Unless by Heaven’s peculiar grace, escape. There we grow early grey, but never wise; There form connections, but acquire no friend; Solicit pleasure, hopeless of success; Waste youth in occupations only fit For second childhood; and devote old age To sports, which only childhood could excuse. _Cowper._ Many there are who wear the cap and bells, And tread the maze of _folly_; And some who dwell apart in hermit cells With moping melancholy. Many there are who toil, and moil, and scrape, For gold they cannot keep; And many who from toil and care escape, Wrapped in a drunken sleep. Some of their brothers in their anger cry-- Thou _fool_! nor heed the sin; And some their God and Saviour would deny Human applause to win. All this is _foolishness_, but worst of all The last mad _folly_, Building betwixt the soul and heaven a wall, Spreading o’er nature’s face a gloomy pall Of hopeless melancholy. _Egone._ FORGETFULNESS. How long wilt thou _forget_ me, O Lord? for ever? how long wilt thou hide thy face from me?--Psalm xiii. 1. But Zion said, The Lord hath forsaken me, and my Lord hath _forgotten_ me. Can a woman _forget_ her sucking child, that she should not have compassion on the son of her womb? yea, they may _forget_, yet will I not _forget_ thee.--Isaiah, xlix. 14, 15. Behold the inexorable hour at hand! Behold the inexorable hour _forgot_! And to _forget_ it, the chief aim of life; Though well to ponder it is life’s chief end. _Young._ _Forget_ me not! _Forget_ me not! Thou utterest, Lord, from earth or skies, In glittering glory--rainbow dyes, And every breeze that sheds a balm On morning’s joy or evening’s calm, In open glade or lonely spot, Maintains a tongue to tell Thy power, And whispers in Thy name and hour, _Forget_ me not! _Forget_ me not!