Made still a blundering kind of melody;

Spurred boldly on, and dashed through thick and thin, Through sense and nonsense, never out nor in.

Absalom and Achitophel. Part ii. Line 413.

For every inch that is not fool is rogue.

Men met each other with erected look,

Line 463.

The steps were higher that they took,
Friends to congratulate their friends made haste;
And long inveterate foes saluted as they passed.

Threnodia Augustalis. Line 124.

For truth has such a face and such a mien,
As to be loved needs only to be seen.1

The Hind and Panther. Line 33.

And kind as kings upon their coronation day. Line 271.

But Shadwell never deviates into sense.

Mac Flecknoe. Line 20.

And torture one poor word ten thousand ways. Line 208.

Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace.

Epistle to Congreve. Line 19.

Be kind to my remains; and O defend,

Against your judgment, your departed friend! Line 72

Better to hunt in fields for health unbought,
Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught.
The wise for cure on exercise depend;
God never made his work for man to mend.

Epistle to John Dryden, of Chesterton. Line 92.
Wit will shine

Through the harsh cadence of a rugged line.

To the Memory of Mr. Oldham. Line 15.

So softly death succeeded life in her,

She did but dream of heaven, and she was there.

1 Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As to be hated needs but to be seen.

Eleonora. Line 315.

Pope, Essay on Man, Ep. ii. Line 217.

Since heaven's eternal year is thine.

Elegy on Mrs. Killegrew. Line 15.

O gracious God! how far have we
Profaned thy heavenly gift of poesy?

Line 56.

Her wit was more than man, her innocence a child.1

He was exhaled; his great Creator drew
His spirit, as the sun the morning dew.2

Line 70.

On the Death of a very Young Gentleman.

Three poets, in three distant ages born,
Greece, Italy, and England did adorn.
The first in loftiness of thought surpassed;
The next, in majesty; in both, the last.
The force of nature could no further
go;
To make a third, she joined the former two.3

Under Mr. Milton's Picture.

From harmony, from heavenly harmony,
This universal frame began:

From harmony to harmony

Through all the compass of the notes it ran,
The diapason closing full in Man.

A Song for St. Cecilia's Day. Line 11.

None but the brave deserves the fair.

Alexander's Feast. Line 15.

With ravished ears
The monarch hears,
Assumes the god,

Affects to nod,

And seems to shake the spheres.

Line 37.

1 Of manners gentle, of affections mild;

In wit a man, simplicity a child.-Pope, Epitaph on Gay.

2 Early, bright, transient, chaste, as morning dew,

She sparkled, was exhaled, and went to heaven.

Young, Night Thoughts, v. Line 600.

Selvaggi, Ad Joannem Miltonum.

Græcia Mæonidam, jactet sibi Roma Maronem,
Anglia Miltonum jactat utrique parem.

Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain;

Fought all his battles o'er again;

And thrice he routed all his foes; and thrice he slew

Softly sweet, in Lydian measures,
Soon he soothed his soul to pleasures.
War, he sung, is toil and trouble;
Honour, but an empty bubble;

Never ending, still beginning,
Fighting still, and still destroying.

If all the world be worth the winning,

Think, O think it worth enjoying:

Lovely Thais sits beside thee,

Take the good the gods provide thee.

Line 97.

Sighed and looked, and sighed again.

Line 120.

And, like another Helen, fired another Troy. Line 154.

Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire.

Line 160.

He raised a mortal to the skies,
She drew an angel down.

Alexander's Feast. Line 169.

A very merry, dancing, drinking,
Laughing, quaffing, and unthinking time.

The Secular Masque. Line 40.

Fool, not to know that love endures no tie,
And Jove but laughs at lovers' perjury.1

Palamon and Arcite. Book ii. Line 758.

For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.

The Cock and the Fox. Line 452.

And that one hunting, which the Devil designed
For one fair female, lost him half the kind.

Old as I am, for ladies' love unfit,

Theodore and Honoria.

The power of beauty I remember yet.

Cymon and Iphigenia. Line 1. When beauty fires the blood, how love exalts the mind.

Line 41.

He trudged along, unknowing what he sought,
And whistled as he went, for want of thought. Line 84.

The fool of nature stood with stupid eyes,
And gaping mouth, that testified surprise.

Line 107.

Love taught him shame, and shame, with love at strife, Soon taught the sweet civilities of life.

Line 133.

She hugged the offender, and forgave the offence.
Sex to the last.2

Line 367.

1 This proverb Dryden repeats in Amphitryon, Act i. Sc. 2. See Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, Act ii. Sc. 2.

Perjuria ridet amantum

Jupiter. Tibullus, Lib. iii. El. 6, Line 49.

2 And love the offender, yet detest the offence.

Pope, Eloisa to Abelard, Line 192.

And raw in fields the rude militia swarms;
Mouths without hands; maintained at vast expense,
In peace a charge, in war a weak defence;

Stout once a month they march, a blustering band,
And ever, but in times of need, at hand.

Cymon and Iphigenia. Line 400.

Of seeming arms to make a short essay,
Then hasten to be drunk, the business of the day.

Happy who in his verse can gently steer
From grave to light, from pleasant to severe.1

Line 407.

The Art of Poetry. Canto i. Line 75.

Happy the man, and happy he alone,

He who can call to-day his own;

He who, secure within, can say,

To-morrow, do thy worst, for I have lived to-day.2 Imitation of Horace. Book iii. Ode 29, Line 65.

Not heaven itself upon the past has power;

But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.

Line 71.

I can enjoy her while she 's kind;

But when she dances in the wind,

And shakes the wings, and will not stay,

I puff the prostitute away.

Line 81.

And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.

1 Formed by thy converse, happily to steer From grave to gay, from lively to severe.

Line 87.

Pope, Essay on Man, Ep. iv. Line 379.

Heureux qui, dans ses vers, sait d'une voix légère
Passer du grave au doux, du plaisant au sévère.

Boileau, L'Art Poétique, Chant 1er.

2 Serenely full, the epicure would say,
Fate cannot harm me, I have dined to-day.

Sydney Smith, Recipe for Salad.