Satire or sense, alas! can Sporus feel?
Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel?

Prologue to the Satires. Line 307.

Eternal smiles his emptiness betray,

As shallow streams run dimpling all the way.

Line 315.

Wit that can creep, and pride that licks the dust.

Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death;
Explore the thought, explain the asking eye,
And keep awhile one parent from the sky.

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

To run amuck, and tilt at all I meet.

Line 69.

But touch me, and no minister so sore;
Whoe'er offends at some unlucky time
Slides into verse, and hitches in a rhyme,
Sacred to ridicule his whole life long,
And the sad burden of some merry song.

Bare the mean heart that lurks behind a star.

There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl,
The feast of reason and the flow of soul.

For I, who hold sage Homer's rule the best,
Welcome the coming, speed the going guest.2

Give me again my hollow tree,
A crust of bread, and liberty.

1 See Spenser, page 27.

Line 76.

Line 110.

Line 127.

Satire ii. Book ii. Line 159.

Satire vi. Book ii. Line 220.

2 This line is repeated in the translation of the Odyssey, book xv. line 83, with "parting" instead of "going."

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.
Line 94.

He's armed without that 's innocent within.
Get place and wealth, if possible, with grace;
If not, by any means get wealth and place.1
Above all Greek, above all Roman fame.
Authors, like coins, grow dear as they grow old.

The mob of gentlemen who wrote with ease.

One simile that solitary shines

In the dry desert of a thousand lines.

Line 103.

Book ii. Line 26.

Line 35.

Line 108.

Line 111.

Then marble soften'd into life grew warm,

And yielding, soft metal flow'd to human form. Line 147.

Line 202.

Who says in verse what others say in prose.
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.
Who pants for glory finds but short repose:
A breath revives him, or a breath o'erthrows.1
There still remains to mortify a wit
The many-headed monster of the pit."

1 See Ben Jonson, page 177.

2 See Dryden, page 267.

8 The canvas glow'd beyond ev'n Nature warm;
The pregnant quarry teem'd with human form.

Line 267.

Line 280.

Line 300.

Line 304.

GOLDSMITH: The Traveller, line 137.

4 A breath can make them as a breath has made. - GOLDSMITH: The

Praise undeserv'd is scandal in disguise.1

Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii.Line 413.

Years following years steal something every day;
At last they steal us from ourselves away.

Epistle ii. Book ii. Line 72.

Line 85.

The vulgar boil, the learned roast, an egg.

Words that wise Bacon or brave Raleigh spoke. Line 168.

Grac'd as thou art with all the power of words,
So known, so honour'd at the House of Lords.2

Epistle vi. Book i. To Mr. Murray.

Vain was the chief's the sage's pride!
They had no poet, and they died.

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. Chap. xi.

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.

1 This line is from a poem entitled "To the Celebrated Beauties of the British Court," given in Bell's "Fugitive Poetry," vol. iii. p. 118.

The following epigram is from "The Grove," 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.

2 See Cibber, page 297.

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

The Dunciad. Book i. Line 89.

While pensive poets painful vigils keep,
Sleepless themselves to give their readers sleep.
Next o'er his books his eyes begin to roll,
In pleasing memory of all he stole.

Or where the pictures for the page atone,
And Quarles is sav'd by beauties not his own.
How index-learning turns no student pale,
Yet holds the eel of science by the tail.

And gentle Dulness ever loves a joke.

Another, yet the same.1

Line 93.

Line 127.

Line 139.

Line 279.

Book ii. Line 34.

Book iii. Line 90.

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

All crowd, who foremost shall be damn'd to fame.2

Line 109.

Line 158.

Line 165.

Silence, ye wolves! while Ralph to Cynthia howls,
And makes night hideous; 3. answer him, ye owls!
And proud his mistress' order to perform,
Rides in the whirlwind and directs the storm.1
A wit with dunces, and a dunce with wits.5

Line 263.

Book iv. Line 90.

1 Another, yet the same. - TICKELL: From a Lady in England. JOHNSON: Life of Dryden. DARWIN: Botanic Garden, part i. canto iv. line 380. WORDSWORTH: The Excursion, Book ix. SCOTT: The Abbot, chap. i. HORACE carmen secundum, line 10.

2 May see thee now, though late, redeem thy name,
And glorify what else is damn'd to fame.

8 See Shakespeare, page 131.

4 See Addison, page 299.

5 See Shakespeare, page 93.

SAVAGE: Character of Foster.

This man [Chesterfield], I thought, had been a lord among wits; but I find he is only a wit among lords. — JOHNSON (Boswell's Life): vol. ii. ch. i. A fool with judges, amongst fools a judge. CoWPER: Conversation, line 298.

Although too much of a soldier among sovereigns, no one could claim

How sweet an Ovid, Murray was our boast!

The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 169.

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 bosom'd deep in vines,
Where slumber abbots purple as their wines.
Led by my hand, he saunter'd Europe round,
And gather'd every vice on Christian ground.
Judicious drank, and greatly daring din'd.
Stretch'd 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.

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 restor❜d,

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Line 301.

Line 311.

Line 318.

Line 342.

Line 614.

Light dies before thy uncreating word;

Thy hand, great Anarch, lets the curtain fall,
And universal darkness buries all.

Line 649.

with better right to be a sovereign among soldiers. -WALTER Scort: Life of Napoleon.

He [Steele] was a rake among scholars, and a scholar among rakes. MACAULAY: Review of Aikin's Life of Addison.

Temple was a man of the world among men of letters, a man of letters among men of the world. — MACAULAY: Review of Life and Writings of Sir William Temple.

Greswell in his "Memoirs of Politian" says that Sannazarius himself, inscribing to this lady [Cassandra Marchesia] an edition of his Italian Poems, terms her "delle belle eruditissima, delle erudite bellissima" (most learned of the fair; fairest of the learned).

Qui stultis videri eruditi volunt stulti eruditis videntur (Those who wish to appear wise among fools, among the wise seem foolish).. QUINTILIAN,

x. 7. 22.