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O thou, whose certain


foresees The fix'd events of fate's remote decrees.

The Odyssey of Homer. Book iv. Line 627. Forget the brother, and resume the man.

Line 732. Gentle of speech, beneficent of mind.

Line 917. The people's parent, he protected all.

Line 921. The big round tear stands trembling in her eye. Line 936, The windy satisfaction of the tongue.

Line 1092. Heaven hears and pities hapless men like me, For sacred ev'n to gods is misery.

Book r. Line 572. The bank he press’d, and gently kiss'd the ground.

Line 696. A heaven of charms divine Nausicaa lay. Book vi. Line 22. Jove weighs affairs of earth in dubious scales, And the good suffers while the bad prevails. Line 229. By Jove the stranger and the poor are sent, And what to those we give, to Jove is lent. Line 247. A decent boldness ever meets with friends.

Book vii. Line 67. To heal divisions, to relieve th' opprest; In virtue rich; in blessing others, blest.

Line 95. Oh, pity human woe! 'Tis what the happy to the unhappy owe. Line 198. Whose well-taught mind the present age surpast.

Line 210. For fate has wove the thread of life with pain, And twins ev’n from the birth are misery and man!

Line 263. In youth and beauty wisdom is but rare !

Line 379. And every eye Gaz’d, as before some brother of the sky. Book viii. Line 17. Nor can one word be chang'd but for a worse. Line 192.

And unextinguish'd laughter shakes the sky. 1

The Odyssey of Homer. Book viii. Line 366.

Behold on wrong
Swift vengeance waits; and art subdues the strong !

Line 367.
A gen'rous heart repairs a sland'rous tongue. Line 432.
Just are the ways of Heaven: from Heaven proceed
The woes of man; Heaven doom’d the Greeks to bleed,
A theme of future song!

Line 631. Earth sounds my wisdom and high heaven my fame.

Book ix. Line 20. Strong are her sons, though rocky are her shores.

Line 28. Lotus, the name; divine, nectareous juice !

Line 106. Respect us human, and relieve us poor.

Line 318. Rare gift! but oh what gift to fools avails !

Book x. Line 29. Our fruitless labours mourn, And only rich in barren fame return.

Line 46. No more was seen the human form divine.?

Line 278. And not a man appears to tell their fate.

Line 308. Let him, oraculous, the end, the way, The turns of all thy future fate display.

Line 642. Born but to banquet, and to drain the bowl. Line 662. Thin airy shoals of visionary ghosts. Book xi, Line 48. Who ne'er knew salt, or heard the billows roar. Line 153. Heav'd on Olympus tottring Ossa stood; On Ossa, Pelion nods with all his wood.3

Line 387. The first in glory, as the first in place.

Line 441.

i See page 337.
2 Human face divine. – MILTON : Paradise Lost, book iii. line 44.

3. Then the Omnipotent Father with his thunder made Olympus tremble, and from Ossa hurled Pelion. – Ovid : Metamorphoses i.

Soft as some song divine thy story flows.

The Odyssey of Homer. Book zi. Line 458. Oh woman, woman! when to ill thy mind Is bent, all hell contains no fouler fiend.

Line 531. What mighty woes To thy imperial race from woman rose !

Line 541. But sure the eye of time beholds no name So blest as thine in all the rolls of fame.

Line 591. And pines with thirst amidst a sea of waves. Line 722. Up the high hill he heaves a huge round stone. Line 736. There in the bright assemblies of the skies. Line 745. Gloomy as night he stands

Line 749. All, soon or late, are doom’d that path to tread.

Book zii. Line 31. And what so tedious as a twice-told tale.?

Line 538. He ceas'd; but left so pleasing on their ear His voice, that list’ning still they seem’d to hear.

Book xiii. Line 1. His native home deep imag’d in his soul.

Line 38. And bear unmov'd the wrongs of base mankind, The last and hardest conquest of the mind. Line 353. How prone to doubt, how cautious are the wise! Line 375.

It never was our guise To slight the poor, or aught humane despise.

Book xiv. Line 65. The sex is ever to a soldier kind.

Line 246. Far from gay cities and the ways of men.

Line 410. And wine can of their wits the wise beguile, Make the sage frolic, and the serious smile. Line 520. Who love too much, hate in the like extreme, And both the golden mean alike condemn. Book xv. Line 79.

1 See Otway, page 280.

2 See Shakespeare, page 79.

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

The Odyssey of Homer. Book xv. Line 83. For too much rest itself becomes a pain.

Line 429. Discourse, the sweeter banquet of the mind. Line 433,

And taste The melancholy joy of evils past: For he who much has suffer'd, much will know. Line 434. For love deceives the best of womankind.

Line 463. And would'st thou evil for his good repay ?

Book xvi. Line 448.

Whatever day Makes man a slave, takes half his worth away.

Book xvii. Line 392. In ev'ry sorrowing soul I pour'd delight, And poverty stood smiling in my sight.

Line 505. Unbless'd thy hand, if in this low disguise Wander, perhaps, some inmate of the skies.2

Line 576. Know from the bounteous heaven all riches flow; And what man gives, the gods by man bestow,

Book zrii. Line 26. Yet taught by time, my heart has learn'd to glow For others' good, and melt at others' woe. Line 269. A winy vapour melting in a tear.

Book xix. Line 143. But he whose inborn worth his acts commend, Of gentle soul, to human race a friend.

Line 383. The fool of fate, - thy manufacture, man.

Book xx. Line 254. Impatient straight to flesh his virgin sword. Line 461.

1 See page 328.

2 Be not forgetful to entertain strangers, for thereby some have entertained angels unawares. - Hebrews xiii. 2.

Dogs, ye have had your day !

The Odyssey of Homer. Book xxii. Line 41. For dear to gods and men is sacred song. Self-taught I sing; by Heaven, and Heaven alone, The genuine seeds of poesy are sown.

Line 382. So ends the bloody business of the day.

Line 516. And rest at last where souls unbodied dwell, In ever-flowing meads of Asphodel. Book xxiv. Line 19. The ruins of himself! now worn away With age, yet still majestic in decay.

Line 271. And o'er the past Oblivion stretch her wing. Line 557.

Blessed is he who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed.

Letler to Gay, Oct. 6, 1727. This is the Jew That Shakespeare drew.?

JOHN GAY. 1688–1732.

'T was when the sea was roaring
With hollow blasts of wind,
A damsel lay deploring,
All on a rock reclin’d.

The What d' ye call it. Act ii. Sc. 8.

1 Pope calls this the eighth beatitude (Roscoe's edition of Pope, vol. x. page 184).

2 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 panegyricon Macklin as a satire against Lord Lansdowne. — Biographia Dramatica, vol. i. part ii. p. 469.

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