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
The varying verse, the full resounding line,
The long majestic march, and energy divine.
E'en copious Dryden wanted, or forgot,
The last and greatest art, the art to blot.

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;
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.

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!
They had no poet, and they died.

Line 85.

Line 168.

Odes. Book iv. Ode 9.

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.

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.

The Dunciad. 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.

Line 52.

Now night descending, the proud scene was o'er,
But lived in Settle's numbers one day more.

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,
In pleasing memory of all he stole.

Line 127.

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

Line 279.

And gentle Dulness ever loves a joke.

The Dunciad. Book ii. Line 34.

Till Peter's keys some christened Jove adorn,
And Pan to Moses lends his pagan horn.

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,
And makes night hideous;1. answer him, ye owls.
And, proud his mistress' order to perform,
Rides in the whirlwind and directs the storm.2 Line 263.
A wit with dunces, and a dunce with wits."

Book iv. Line 90.

The right divine of kings to govern wrong.
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.

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,
And heard thy everlasting yawn confess
The pains and penalties of idleness.

E'en Palinurus nodded at the helm.

1 Compare Shakespeare, Hamlet. Page 105.

2 This line is from Addison's Campaign, Line 292.
8 Compare Johnson. Page 315.

Line 318.

Line 342.

Line 614.

Religion, blushing, veils her sacred fires,
And unawares Morality expires.

Nor public flame, nor private, dares to shine;
Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine!
Lo! thy dread empire, Chaos, is restored;
Light dies before thy uncreating word:
Thy hand, great Anarch! lets the curtain fall;
And universal darkness buries all.

The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 649.

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

Eloisa to Abelard. Line 51.

Line 57.

Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul,
And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole.
And truths divine came mended from that tongue.

Line 66.

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 the offender, yet detest the offence.1
How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.

Line 192.

Line 207.

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

Line 273.

See my lips tremble and my eyeballs roll;
Suck my last breath, and catch my flying soul. Line 323.

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,
But, as the world, harmoniously confused,
Where order in variety we see,

And where, though all things differ, all agree.

Windsor Forest. Line 13.

A mighty hunter, and his prey was man.
From old Belerium to the northern main.

Nor Fame I slight, nor for her favours call;
She comes unlooked for, if she comes at all.

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;
We thrive at Westminster on fools like you;
"T was a fat oyster,- live in peace, - adieu.1

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).