Satires of Horace - Continued.

Book ii. Epistle i. Line 108. The mob of gentlemen who wrote with ease.

Epilogue to the Satires.

Dialogue i. Line 136.
Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.

Epitaph on Gay. Of manners gentle, of affections mild; In wit a man, simplicity a child.*

Eloisa to Abelard.

Line 57.
Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul,
And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole.

Line 207.
How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.

THE DUNCIAD.

Book i. Line 54. And solid pudding against empty praise.

Book ïi. 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.
All crowd, who foremost shall be damned to fame.

Book iii. Line 165.
Silence, ye wolves! while Ralph to Cynthia howls,
And makes night hideous ;- answer him, ye owls.

Book iv. Line 188.

The right divine of kings to govern wrong.

Book iv. Line 614. E'en Palinurus nodded at the helm.

Windsor Forest.

Thus, if small things we may with great compare.*

*

On the Dying Christian to his Soul. Vital spark of heavenly flame.

Martinus Scriblerus 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 componere 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.
I am his Highness's dog at Kew;
Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you?

ODYSSEY.

Book ii. Line 315.

Few sons attain the praise Of their great sires, and most their sires disgrace.

Book xiv. Line 410. Far from gay cities and the ways of men.

Book xv. Line 79.
Who love too much, hate in the like extreme.

Book xv. Line 83. True friendship's laws are by this rule expressed, Welcome the coming, speed the parting guest.

THOMAS TICKELL.

1686-1740.

On the Death of Addison.

Line 45.
Nor e'er was to the bowers of bliss conveyed
A fairer spirit, or more welcome shade.

Line 79.
There taught us how to live; and (oh! too high
The price for knowledge) taught us how to die.

Colin and Lucy.
I hear a voice you cannot hear,
Which

says

I must not stay,
I see a hand you cannot see,

Which beckons me away.

THOMAS PARNELL.

1679–1718.

The Hermit. Line 5.
Remote from man, with God he passed the days,
Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.

The Pervigilium Veneris. WRITTEN IN THE TIME OF JULIUS CESAR, AND BY SOME ASCRIBED

TO CATULLUS.

Let those love now, who never lov'd before,
Let those who always loved, now love the more.

JOHN GAY.

1688–1732.

What D' ye Call ’t.

Act ii. Sc. 9.
So comes a reckoning when the banquet 's o'er,
The dreadful reckoning, and men smile no more.

Beggars' Opera.

Act i. Sc. 1.
O'er the hills and far away.

How happy could I be with either,
Were ť other dear charmer away.

FABLES.

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.*

* Ελπίδες εν ζωοίσιν, ανέλπιστοι δε θανόντες.

Theocritus, Id. iv. line 42.