He's armed without that 's innocent within. Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book i. Line 94. Get place and wealth; if possible, with grace; If not, by any means get wealth and place.1 Line 103. Above all Greek, above all Roman fame.2 Book ii. Line 26. The mob of gentlemen who wrote with ease. Line 108. One simile that solitary shines In the dry desert of a thousand lines. Line 111. Who says in verse what others say in prose. Line 202. Waller was smooth; but Dryden taught to join Line 267. Line 280. Who pants for glory finds but short repose; A breath revives him, or a breath o'erthrows.3 Line 300. There still remains, to mortify a wit, The many-headed monster of the pit.* Line 304. Line 413. Praise undeserved is scandal in disguise. 1 See Jonson, Every Man in his Humour. Page 149. 2 See Dryden, Upon the Death of Lord Hastings. Page 221. 3 A breath can make them as a breath has made. 4 Compare Sidney. 5 This line is from Goldsmith, The Deserted Village, Line 54. Page 16. 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 Grore, London, 1721:When one good line did much my wonder raise, In Br-st's works, I stood resolved to praise; "Praise undeserved is scandal in disguise." On a Certain Line of Mr. Br—, Author of a Copy of Verses called the British Beauties. Years following years steal something every day; At last they steal us from ourselves away. Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle ii. Book ii. Line 72. The vulgar boil, the learned roast an egg. Words that wise Bacon or brave Raleigh spoke. Vain was the chief's, the sage's pride! Line 85. Line 168. Odes. Book iv. Ode 9. Nature and Nature's laws lay hid in night: 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. O thou! whatever title please thine ear, The Dunciad. Book i. Line 19. Poetic Justice, with her lifted scale, Line 52. Now night descending, the proud scene was o'er, Line 89. While pensive poets painful vigils keep, Sleepless themselves to give their readers sleep. Line 93. Next o'er his books his eyes began to roll, Line 127. How index-learning turns no student pale, Line 279. And gentle Dulness ever loves a joke. The Dunciad. Book ii. Line 34. Till Peter's keys some christened Jove adorn, Book iii. Line 109. All crowd, who foremost shall be damned to fame. Line 158. Line 165. Silence, ye wolves! while Ralph to Cynthia howls, Book iv. Line 90. The right divine of kings to govern wrong. With all such reading as was never read: To happy convents bosomed deep in vines, Line 188. Line 249. Where slumber abbots, purple as their wines. Line 301. Led by my hand, he sauntered Europe round, And gathered every vice on Christian ground. Line 311. Judicious drank, and greatly daring dined. Stretched on the rack of a too easy chair, E'en Palinurus nodded at the helm. 1 Compare Shakespeare, Hamlet. Page 105. 2 This line is from Addison's Campaign, Line 292. Line 318. Line 342. Line 614. Religion, blushing, veils her sacred fires, Nor public flame, nor private, dares to shine; The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 649. Heaven first taught letters for some wretch's aid, Eloisa to Abelard. Line 51. Line 57. Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul, Line 66. Curse on all laws but those which love has made. Line 74. And love the offender, yet detest the offence.1 Line 192. Line 207. One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight; Line 273. See my lips tremble and my eyeballs roll; He best can paint them who shall feel them most.3 1 Compare Dryden, Cymon and Iphigenia. Page 226. 2 Priests, altars, victims, swam before my sight. Last line. Edmund Smith, Phædra and Hippolytus, Act i. Sc. 1. 3 Compare Addison, The Campaign. Page 251. Not chaos-like together crushed and bruised, And where, though all things differ, all agree. Windsor Forest. Line 13. A mighty hunter, and his prey was man. Nor Fame I slight, nor for her favours call; Line 61. Line 316. Last line. The Temple of Fame. Line 513. Unblemished let me live, or die unknown; O grant an honest fame, or grant me none! I am his Highness' dog at Kew; Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you? On the Collar of a Dog. There, take, (says Justice,) take ye each a shell; Father of all! in every age, In every clime, adored, Verbatim from Boileau. By saint, by savage, and by sage, Jehovah, Jove, or Lord. The Universal Prayer. Stanza 1. 1 "Tenez voilà," dit-elle, "à chacun une écaille, Des sottises d'autrui nous vivons au Palais; Messieurs, l'huître étoit bonne. Adieu. Vivez en paix.” Boileau, Epitre ii. (à M. l'Abbé des Roches). |