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Satires of Horace — Continued.
Book ii. Epistle i. Line 108. The mob of gentlemen who wrote with ease.
Epilogue to the Satires.
Epitaph on Gay.
Of manners gentle, of affections mild;
Eloisa to Abelard.
. Line 207.
THE DUNCIAD. Book i. Line 54. And solid pudding against empty praise.
Book ii. Line 34. And gentle Dulness ever loves a joke.
* Her wit was more than man, her innocence a child.
Elegy on Mrs. Killegrew. Dryden.
The Dunciad. — Continued.
Book iii. Line 158.
Book iii. Line 165.
Book iv. Line 188.
Book iv. Line 614.
Windsor Forest. Thus, if small things we may with great compare..
On the Dying Christian to his Soul. Vital spark of heavenly flame.
Martinus Scrillerus on the Art of Sinking in Poetry. Chapter xi. Ye Gods! annihilate but space and time, And make two lovers happy.
* Non aliter, si parva licet componerc magnis.
Virgil, Georg: Book iv. line 176. To compare great things with small.
Par. Lost. Book ii. line 921.
Epitaph on the Hon. S. Harcourt. Who ne'er knew joy but friendship might divide, Or gave his father grief but when he died.
On the Collar of a Dog.
ODYSSEY. Book ii. Line 315. Few sons attain the praise Of their great sires, and most their sires disgrace.
Book xiv. Line 410.
Book xv. Line 79.
Book xv. Line 83.
On the Death of Addison.
Nor e'er was to the bowers of bliss conveyed
A fairer spirit, or more welcome shade.
Colin and Lucy.
Which says I must not stay,
Which beckons me away.
The Pervigilium Veneris.
WRITTEN IN THE TIME OF JULIUS CAESAR, AND BY SOME ASCRIBED
Let those love now, who never lov'd before,
1688-1732. What D ye Call'(. Act ii. Sc. 9. So comes a reckoning when the banquet's o'er, The dreadful reckoning, and men smile no more.
Act i. Sc. 1.
O'er the hills and far away.
How happy could I be with either,
The Shepherd and the Philosopher.
Whence is thy learning? Hath thy toil
O'er books consumed the midnight oil?
The Mother, the Nurse, and the Fairy. When yet was ever found a mother Who 'd give her booby for another?
The Sick Man and the Angel. While there is life there's hope, he cried,*
* 'EX71 idee h> tjuotatv, Uve'ktuotol St davovrec,
Theocritus, Id. iv. line 42.