Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot continued.] By flatterers besieg'd, Line 207. Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he? Line 213. Curst be the verse, how well soe'er it flow, Satire or sense, alas! can Sporus feel? Line 307. Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, Wit that can creep, and pride that licks the dust. That not in fancy's maze he wander'd long, Me, let the tender office long engage To rock the cradle of reposing age, Line 340. With lenient arts extend a mother's breath, Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death; Explore the thought, explain the asking eye, And keep awhile one parent from the sky. Line 408. 1 See Spenser, Faerie Queene, Introd. St. 1. SATIRES, EPISTLES, AND ODES OF HORACE. Lord Fanny spins a thousand such a day. Satire i. Book ii. Line 6. Satire's my weapon, but I'm too discreet Satire i. Book ii. Line 69. But touch me, and no minister so sore; Satire i. Book ii. Line 76. There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl, The feast of reason and the flow of soul. Satire i. Book ii. Line 127. Bare the mean heart that lurks behind a star. Satire i. Book ii. Line 110. For I, who hold sage Homer's rule the best, Welcome the coming, speed the going guest.1 Satire ii. Book ii. Line 159. Give me again my hollow tree, A crust of bread, and liberty. Satire vi. Book ii. Line 220. Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame. Epilogue to the Satires. Dialogue i. Line 136. To Berkeley every virtue under heaven. Epilogue to the Satires. Dialogue ii. Line 73. When the brisk minor pants for twenty-one. Epistle i. Book i. Line 38. 1 Compare The Odyssey, Book xv. Line 84. Epistles of Horace continued.] He's armed without that 's innocent within. Epistle i. Book i. Line 94. Get place and wealth; if possible, with grace; If not, by any means get wealth and place.1 Epistle i. Book i. Line 103. Above all Greek, above all Roman fame.2 Epistle i. Book ii. Line 26. The mob of gentlemen who wrote with ease. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 108. One simile that solitary shines In the dry desert of a thousand lines. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 111. Who says in verse what others say in prose. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 202. Waller was smooth; but Dryden taught to join E'en copious Dryden wanted, or forgot, Epistle i. Book ii. Line 280. Who pants for glory, finds but short repose; A breath revives him, or a breath o'erthrows. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 300. There still remains, to mortify a wit, The many-headed monster of the pit.* Epistle i. Book ii. Line 304. 1 See Jonson, Every Man in his Humour, Act ii. Sc. 3 Compare Dryden, Upon the Death of Lord Hastings. 3 A breath can make them as a breath has made. Goldsmith, The Deserted Village, Line 54. 4 Compare Sidney, ante, p. 19. [Epistles of Horace continued. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 413. "Praise undeserved is scandal in disguise." Years following years steal something every day; At last they steal us from ourselves away. Epistle ii. Book ii. Line 72. The vulgar boil, the learned roast an egg. Epistle ii. Book ii. Line 85. Words that wise Bacon or brave Raleigh spoke. Epistle ii. Book ii. Line 168. Vain was the chief's, the sage's pride! They had no poet, and they died. Ode 9. Book iv. Nature and Nature's laws lay hid in night: Ye Gods! annihilate but space and time, And make two lovers happy. Martinus Scriblerus on the Art of Sinking in Poetry. Ch. 11. 1 This line is from a poem entitled To the Celebrated Beauties of the British Court. Bell's Fugitive Poetry, Vol. iii. p. 118. The following epigram is from The Grove. London, 1721. When one good line did much my wonder raise, In Br-st's works, I stood resolved to praise ; On a Certain Line of Mr. Br-, Author of a Copy THE DUNCIAD. O thou! whatever title please thine ear, Poetic Justice, with her lifted scale, Book i. Line 52. Now night descending, the proud scene was o'er, But lived in Settle's numbers one day more. Book i. Line 89. While pensive poets painful vigils keep, Sleepless themselves to give their readers sleep. Book i. Line 93. Next o'er his books his eyes began to roll, Book i. Line 127. How index-learning turns no student pale, Book i. Line 279. And gentle Dulness ever loves a joke. Book ii. Line 34. Till Peter's keys some christen'd Jove adorn, And Pan to Moses lends his pagan horn. Book iii. Line 109. All crowd, who foremost shall be damn'd to fame. Book iii. Line 158. |