Satire or sense, alas! can Sporus feel? 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; 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; Bare the mean heart that lurks behind a star. There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl, For I, who hold sage Homer's rule the best, Give me again my hollow tree, 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. He's armed without that 's innocent within. 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. 1 See Ben Jonson, page 177. 2 See Dryden, page 267. 8 The canvas glow'd beyond ev'n Nature warm; 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; 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, Epistle vi. Book i. To Mr. Murray. Vain was the chief's the sage's pride! 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. Chap. xi. O thou! whatever title please thine ear, The Dunciad. Book i. Line 19. Poetic Justice, with her lifted scale, Where in nice balance truth with gold she weighs, 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 : 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, The Dunciad. Book i. Line 89. While pensive poets painful vigils keep, Or where the pictures for the page atone, 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, 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, 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, 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. With all such reading as was never read: E'en Palinurus nodded at the helm. Religion blushing, veils her sacred fires, Nor public flame nor private dares to shine; Line 188. Line 249. Line 301. Line 311. Line 318. Line 342. Line 614. Light dies before thy uncreating word; Thy hand, great Anarch, lets the curtain fall, 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. |