Praise undeserv'd is scandal in disguise.

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. zi.

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.

Line 93.

Line 127

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.

Line 139

And gentle Dulness ever loves a joke.

Another, yet the same.1

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.

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.

Line 165.

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.

3 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,
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 SCOTT: 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, 2. 7. 22.

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

Eloisa to Abelard. Line 51.

Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul,
And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole.

Line 57.

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.

Line 192.

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

One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight;

Line 207.

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.
He best can paint them who shall feel them most.

Not chaos-like together crush'd and bruis'd,
But as the world, harmoniously confus'd,
Where order in variety we see,

And where, though all things differ, all agree.

Line 323

8

Last line.

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.

The Temple of Fame. Line 513

Unblemish'd let me live, or die unknown;
O grant an honest fame, or grant me none !

1 See Dryden, page 273.

Last line.

2 Priests, altars, victims, swam before my sight. - EDMUND SMITH? Phedra and Hippolytus, act i. sc. 1.

8 See Addison, page 300.

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,

Father of all! in every age,

In every clime adored,

By saint, by savage, and by sage,
Jehovah, Jove, or Lord.

adieu.1

Verbatim from Boileau

The Universal Prayer. Stanza L

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."

Ibid

2 See Spenser, page 29.

BOILEAU: Epitre ii. (à M. l'Abbé des Roches)