=Feeling.=

But spite of all the criticising elves,
Those who would make us feel, must feel themselves.
698
CHURCHILL: _Rosciad,_ Line 961.


=Feet.=

Like snails did creep her pretty feet
A little out, and then,
As if they played at bo-peep,
Did soon draw in again.
699
HERRICK: _Aph. Upon Her Feet._


=Fellow.=

In all thy humors, whether grave or mellow,
Thou 'rt such a touchy, testy, pleasant fellow,
Hast so much wit and mirth and spleen about thee,
There is no living with thee, nor without thee.
700
ADDISON: _Spectator._ No. 68.


=Female.=