St is the strain when zephyr gently blows, Fs o'er the unbending corn, and skims along the main. For fools admire, but men of sense approve. Fat let a lord once own the happy lines, Line 191. How the wit brightens! how the style refines! Line 220. Fay will merit as its shade pursue, Bat, like a shadow, proves the substance true. Line 266. to orr is human, to forgive divine. All seems infected that the infected spy, Line 325. As all looks yellow to the jaundiced eye. Line 358. And make each day a critic on the last. Part iii. Line 12. Men must be taught as if you taught them not, The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read, Line 53. 1 Wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch. Shakespeare, Richard III., Act i. Sc. 3. Content if hence the unlearned their wants may view, The learned reflect on what before they knew.1 Essay on Criticism. Part iii. Line 180. What dire offence from amorous causes springs, What mighty contests rise from trivial things. The Rape of the Lock. Canto i. Line 1. And all Arabia breathes from yonder box. On her white breast a sparkling cross she wore, Line 134. Canto ii. Line 7. If to her share some female errors fall, Fair tresses man's imperial race insnare, Line 17. Line 27. Here thou, great Anna! whom three realms obey, At every word a reputation dies. Canto iii. Line 7. Line 16. The hungry judges soon the sentence sign, Line 21. Coffee, which makes the politician wise, The meeting points the sacred hair dissever Line 117. Line 153. Canto iv. Line 123. 1 Indocti discant et ament meminisse periti. This Latin hexameter, which is commonly ascribed to Horace, appeared for the first time as an epigraph to President Hénault's Abrégé Chronologique, and in the preface to the third edition of this work Hénault acknowledges that he had given it as a translation of this couplet. 2 Compare Dryden, Persius, Satire v. Page 228. Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul. Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigued, I said; Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 1. Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, Friend to my life, which did not you prolong, Line 5. Line 12. Line 15. Line 27. Line 44. Fired that the house rejects him, "'Sdeath! I'll print it, And shame the fools.' Line 61. No creature smarts so little as a fool. Line 84. Destroy his fib, or sophistry-in vain! The creature 's at his dirty work again. Line 91. As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, Line 127. Pretty in amber to observe the forms Line 169. Means not, but blunders round about a meaning; Line 186. Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne.1 By flatterers besieged, Line 201. And so obliging that he ne'er obliged; And sit attentive to his own applause. Line 207. Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Line 213. Line 218. On wings of winds came flying all abroad.3 Satire or sense, alas! can Sporus feel? Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, Line 283. Line 307. As shallow streams run dimpling all the way. Line 315. Wit that can creep, and pride that licks the dust. Line 333. That not in fancy's maze he wandered long, 1 Compare Denham. Page 171. 2 When needs he must, yet faintly then he praises; Somewhat the deed, much more the means he raises: So marreth what he makes, and praising most, dispraises. 3 See Sternhold. Page 7. 4 See Spenser, Faerie Queene. Page 10. Me let the tender office long engage With lenient arts extend a mother's breath, Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death, Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 408. Lord Fanny spins a thousand such a day. Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Satire i. Book ii. Line 6. Satire 's my weapon, but I'm too discreet Line 69. But touch me, and no minister so sore; Line 76. Bare the mean heart that lurks behind a star. Line 110. There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl, For I, who hold sage Homer's rule the best, Give me again my hollow tree, 1 Line 127. Satire ii. Book ii. Line 159. 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. Dialogue ii. Line 73. When the brisk minor pants for twenty-one. Epistle i. Book i. Line 38. 1 Compare Pope, The Odyssey, Book xv. Page 291. |