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 The varying verse, the full resounding line, The long majestic march, and energy divine.

Epistle i. Book ii. Line 267.

E'en copious Dryden wanted, or forgot,
The last and greatest art, the art to blot.

Epistle i. Book ii. Line 280.

Who pants for glory, finds but short repose; A breath revives him, or a breath o'erthrows.3 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.

"Praise undeserved is scandal in disguise."

Epistle i. Book ii. Line 413.

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:
God said, "Let Newton be!" and all was light.
Epitaph intended for Sir Isaac Newton.

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;
And had, but that the modest author cries

"Praise undeserved is scandal in disguise."
On a Certain Line of Mr. Br, Author of a Copy
of Verses called the British Beauties.

THE DUNCIAD.

O thou! whatever title please thine ear,
Dean, Drapier, Bickerstaff, or Gulliver!
Whether thou choose Cervantes' serious air,
Or laugh and shake in Rabelais' easy-chair.
Book i. Line 19.

Poetic Justice, with her lifted scale,

Where, in nice balance, truth with gold she weighs, And solid pudding against empty praise.

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,
In pleasing memory of all he stole.

Book i. Line 127.

How index-learning turns no student pale,
Yet holds the eel of science by the tail.

Book i. Line 279.

Book ii. Line 34.

And gentle Dulness ever loves a joke.

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.

[The Dunciad continued.

Silence, ye wolves! while Ralph to Cynthia howls, And makes night hideous;'-answer him, ye owls. Book iii. Line 165.

A wit with dunces, and a dunce with wits.2

Book iv. Line 90.

The right divine of kings to govern wrong.

Book iv. Line 188.

Stuff the head

With all such reading as was never read:
For thee explain a thing till all men doubt it,
And write about it, goddess, and about it.
Book iv. Line 249.

To happy convents bosomed deep in vines,
Where slumber abbots, purple as their wines.
Book iv. Line 301.

Led by my hand, he saunter'd Europe round, And gather'd every vice on Christian ground.

Book iv. Line 311.

Judicious drank, and greatly daring din'd.

Book iv. Line 318.

Stretch'd on the rack of a too easy chair,
And heard thy everlasting yawn confess
The pains and penalties of idleness.

Book iv. Line 342.

E'en Palinurus nodded at the helm.

Book iv. Line 614.

Religion, blushing, veils her sacred fires,

And unawares Morality expires.

Nor public flame, nor private dares to shine;

1 Compare Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act i. Sc. 4.
2 Compare Johnson, post, p. 342.

The Dunciad continued.]

Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine!
Lo! thy dread empire, Chaos, is restor❜d;
Light dies before thy uncreating word:

Thy hand, great Anarch! lets the curtain fall;
And universal darkness buries all.

Book iv. Line 649.

ELOISA TO ABELARD.

Heaven first taught letters for some wretch's aid, Some banish'd lover, or some captive maid.

Line 51.

Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul,
And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole.

Line 57.

Curse on all laws but those which love has made.
Love, free as air, at sight of human ties,
Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies.

Line 74

And love th' offender, yet detest th' offence.1

Line 192.

How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.

Line 207.

One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight; Priests, tapers, temples, swim before my sight.2

Line 273.

1 Compare Dryden, Cymon and Iphigenia, Line 367. 2 Priests, altars, victims, swam before my sight. Edmund Smith, Phædra and Hippolytus, Act i. Sc. i.