Teach me to feel another's woe,

To hide the fault I see; That mercy I to others show, That mercy show to me.1

The Universal Prayer. Stanza 10.

Happy the man whose wish and care

A few paternal acres bound.
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown,
Thus unlamented let me die;

Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lie.

Vital spark of heavenly flame!

Ode on Solitude.

Ibid.

Quit, O quit this mortal frame!

The Dying Christian to his Soul.

Hark! they whisper; angels say,

Sister spirit, come away!

Ibid.

Tell me, my soul, can this be death?

Ibid.

Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly!
O grave! where is thy victory?

O death! where is thy sting?

Ibid.

What beckoning ghost along the moonlight shade
Invites my steps and points to yonder glade? 2

2

To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. Line 1. So perish all, whose breast ne'er learned to glow For others' good or melt at others' woe.3

Line 45.

By foreign hands thy dying eyes were closed,
By foreign hands thy decent limbs composed,
By foreign hands thy humble grave adorned,
By strangers honoured, and by strangers mourned!

Line 51.

1 Compare Spenser, The Faerie Queene. Page 12.
2 Compare Ben Jonson. Elegy on Lady Pawlet. Page 148.
* See Pope, The Odyssey, Book xviii. Page 292.

And bear about the mockery of woe

To midnight dances, and the public show.

To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. Line 57.

How loved, how honoured once, avails thee not,
To whom related, or by whom begot;

A heap of dust alone remains of thee;
'T is all thou art, and all the proud shall be!

Such were the notes thy once loved poet sung,
Till death untimely stopped his tuneful tongue.

Line 71.

Epistle to Robert, Earl of Oxford.

Who ne'er knew joy but friendship might divide,
Or gave his father grief but when he died.

Epitaph on the Hon. S. Harcourt.

The saint sustained it, but the woman died.

Epitaph on Mrs. Corbet.

Of manners gentle, of affections mild;
In wit a man, simplicity a child.1

Epitaph on Gay.

A brave man struggling in the storms of fate,
And greatly falling with a falling state.
While Cato gives his little senate laws,
What bosom beats not in his country's cause?

Prologue to Mr. Addison's Cato.
The mouse that always trusts to one poor hole
Can never be a mouse of any soul.2

The Wife of Bath. Her Prologue. Line 258.

Love seldom haunts the breast where learning lies,
And Venus sets ere Mercury can rise.

Line 369.

1 Compare Dryden, Elegy on Mrs. Killegrew. Page 224.
2 I hold a mouses wit not worth a leke,
That hath but on hole for to sterten to.

Chaucer, Wif of Bathes Prologue. See also Herbert, Jacula Prudentum. Page 162.

You beat your pate, and fancy wit will come;
Knock as you please, there's nobody at home.1 Epigram.

Who dared to love their country, and be poor.

On his Grotto at Twickenham.

Party is the madness of many for the gain of a few.2 Thoughts on Various Subjects.

I never knew any man in my life who could not bear another's misfortunes perfectly like a Christian.

Achilles' wrath, to Greece the direful spring
Of woes unnumbered, heavenly goddess, sing!

Ibid.

Iliad. Book i. Line 1.

The distant Trojans never injured me.
Shakes his ambrosial curls, and gives the nod;
The stamp of fate, and sanction of the god.

She moves a goddess, and she looks a queen.

Ajax the great himself a host.

Plough the watery deep.

Line 200.

Line 684.

Book iii. Line 208.

Line 293.

Line 357.

The day shall come, that great avenging day
Which Troy's proud glories in the dust shall lay,
When Priam's powers and Priam's self shall fall,
And one prodigious ruin swallow all.

Book iv. Line 196.

Not two strong men the enormous weight could raise; Such men as live in these degenerate days.

1 His wit invites you by his looks to come, But when you knock it never is at home.

Book v. Line 371.

Cowper, Conversation, Line 303. 2 From Roscoe's edition of Pope, Vol. v. p. 376; originally printed in Motte's Miscellanies, 1727. In the edition of 1736, Pope says: "I must own that the prose part (the Thoughts on Various Subjects), at the end of the second volume, was wholly mine. January, 1734.”

Like leaves on trees the race of man is found,

Now green in youth, now withering on the ground; 1 Another race the following spring supplies;

They fall successive, and successive rise.

Iliad. Book vi. Line 181.

The young Astyanax, the hope of Troy.
Yet while my Hector still survives, I see
My father, mother, brethren, all, in thee.
Who dares think one thing, and another tell,
My heart detests him as the gates of hell.

Line 467.

Line 544.

Book ix. Line 412.

A generous friendship no cold medium knows,
Burns with one love, with one resentment glows.

He serves me most who serves his country best.

Line 725.

Book x. Line 201.

Without a sign his sword the brave man draws,
And asks no omen but his country's cause.

Book xii. Line 283.

Few sons attain the praise

Of their great sires, and most their sires disgrace.

Odyssey. Book ii. Line 315.

Far from gay cities and the ways of men.

Book xiv. Line 410.

Who love too much, hate in the like extreme.

Book xv. Line 79.

True friendship's laws are by this rule exprest, Welcome the coming, speed the parting guest.2 Line 83.

Whatever day

Makes man a slave takes half his worth away.

Book xvii. Line 392.

1 As of the green leaves on a thick tree, some fall, and some grow. Ecclesiasticus xiv. 18.

2 Compare Pope, Satire ii. Book ii. Page 282.

Yet, taught by time, my heart has learned to glow
For others' good, and melt at others' woe.1

Odyssey. Book xviii. Line 279.

Letter to Gay, Oct. 6, 1727.

Blessed is he who expects nothing, for he shall never

be disappointed."

This is the Jew

That Shakespeare drew.3

JOHN PHILIPS. 1676-1708.

My galligaskins, that have long withstood
The winter's fury, and encroaching frosts,

By time subdued, (what will not time subdue!)

A horrid chasm disclosed. The Splendid Shilling. Line 121.

BARTON BOOTH. 1681-1733.

True as the needle to the pole,

Or as the dial to the sun.1

Song.

1 See Pope, To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady Page 288. 2 Which Pope calls the eighth beatitude. -Roscoe's edition of Pope, Vol. x. p. 184.

3 On the 14th of February, 1741, Macklin established his fame as an actor, in the character of Shylock, in the Merchant of Venice. . . . . Macklin's performance of this character so forcibly struck a gentleman in the pit, that he, as it were involuntarily, exclaimed, This is the Jew

That Shakespeare drew.

It has been said that this gentleman was Mr. Pope, and that he meant his panegyric on Macklin as a satire against Lord Lansdowne. - Biog. Dram., Vol. i. Part ii. p. 469.

4 Compare Butler, Hudibras. Page 220.