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Gulliver's Travels.

And he gave it for his opinion, that whoever could make two ears of corn, or two blades of grass, to grow upon a spot of ground where only one grew before, would deserve better of mankind, and do more essential service to his country, than the whole race of politicians put together.

ALEXANDER POPE.

1688-1744.

Essay on Man.

Epistle i. Line 111.

But thinks, admitted to that equal sky,
His faithful dog shall bear him company.

Epistle i. Line 226.

What thin partitions sense from thought divide.*

*"Great wits are sure to madness near allied,
And thin partitions do their bounds divide."
DRYDEN, ante, p. 139.

"Nullum magnum ingenium sine mixtura dementiæ fuit." Seneca, De Tranquillitate Animi, xvii. 12, quotes this from Aristotle, who gives as one of his Problemata (xxx. 1), Aià tí távtes ὅσοι περιττοὶ γεγόνασιν ἄνδρες ἢ κατὰ φιλοσοφίαν ἢ πολιτικὴν ἢ ποίησιν ἢ τέχνας φαίνονται μελαγχολικοὶ ὄντες.

Epistle ii. Line 13.

Chaos of thought and passion all confused,
Still by himself abused or disabused;
Created half to rise and half to fall;
Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all;
Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurled,
The glory, jest, and riddle of the world.*

Epistle iii. Line 242.

The enormous faith of many made for one.

Line 303.

For forms of government let fools contest;
Whate'er is best administered is best.

Moral Essays.

Epistle ii. Line 261.

She who ne'er answers till a husband cools,
Or, if she rules him, never shows she rules.

An Essay on Criticism.

Part iii. Line 89.

Led by the light of the Mæonian star.

"Quelle chimère est-ce donc que l'homme ! quelle nouveauté, quel chaos, quel sujet de contradiction! Juge de toutes choses, imbécile ver de terre, depositaire du vrai, amas d'incertitude, gloire et rebut de l'univers."-PASCAL, Systèmes du Philosophes, XXV.

Line 180.

Content if hence the unlearned their wants may view, The learned reflect on what before they knew.*

Satires and Imitations of Horace.
Prologue, Line 84.

No creature smarts so little as a fool.

Line 91.

Destroy his fib, or sophistry, in vain,
The creature 's at his dirty work again.

Line 213.

Who but must laugh, if such a man there be?
Who would not weep, if Atticus were he?

Line 283.

Cursed be the verse, how well soe'er it flow,
That tends to make one worthy man my foe.

Book ii. Epistle ii. Line 72.

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

Book iv. Ode 9.

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

*"Indocti discant et ament meminisse periti."

This Latin hexameter, which is commonly ascribed to Horace, appeared for the first time as an epigraph to President Henault's Abrégé Chronologique," and in the preface to the third edition of his work, Henault acknowledges that he had given it as a translation of this couplet.

Eloisa to Abelard.

Line 273.

One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight;
Priests, tapers, temples, swim before my sight.*

Line 324.

See my lips tremble and my eyeballs roll;
Suck my last breath, and catch my flying soul.†

Line last.

He best can paint them who shall feel them most.49

The Dunciad.

Book iv. Line 249.

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.

Epitaph on Mrs. Corbet.

The saint sustained it, but the woman died.

"Priests, tapers, temples, swam before my sight."

EDMUND SMITH, Phædra and Hippolitus.

"Kiss while I watch thy swimming eyeballs roll; Watch thy last gasp, and catch thy springing soul." OLDHAM, Lamentation for Adonis.

"How can we better die than close embraced, Sucking each other's soul while we expire?"

DRYDEN, Don Sebastian, Act iii. Sc. 1.

"Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss! Her lips suck forth my soul; see where it flies."

MARLOWE, Tragical History of Dr. Faustus.

Prologue to Mr. Addison's Cato.

A brave man struggling in the storms of fate,
And greatly falling with a falling state.

Epigram.

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

EDWARD YOUNG.

1681-1765.

Night Thoughts.

Night III. Line 63.

Woes cluster; rare are solitary woes;

They love a train: they tread each other's heel.†

Night IV. Line 788.

A Christian is the highest style of man.

Night V. Line 718.

And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb.
Our birth is nothing but our death begun. ‡

* "His wit invites you by his looks to come;
But when you knock, it never is at home."
COWPER, Conversation.

"One woe doth tread upon another's heel,
So fast they follow "- Hamlet, Act iv. Sc. 7.
"Thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave."

HERRICK, Hesperides, Aphorisms, No. 287. "Death borders upon our birth, and our cradle stands in the grave." ― BISHOP HALL'S Epistles, Dec. iii. Epist. ii.

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