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In every clime adored,
Jehovah, Jove, or Lord.
And deal damnation round the land.
Teach me to feel another's woe,
To hide the fault I see;
That mercy show to me.
ELEGY TO THE MEMORY OF AN UNFORTUNATE
And bear about the mockery of woe
THE RAPE OF THE LOCK.
Canto ii. Line 7.
Canto ii. Line 17.
The Rape of the Lock-Continued.
Canto ij. Line 27. Fair tresses man's imperial race insnare, And beauty draws us with a single hair.
Canto iii. Line 16. At every word a reputation dies.
Canto v. Line 34.
SATIRES AND IMITATIONS OF HORACE.
Prologue, Line 1. Shut, shut the door, good John.
Line 171. The things, we know, are ne
rich nor rare, But wonder how the devil they got there.
Satires of Horace - Continued.
Line 197. Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne.
Line 333. Wit that can creep, and pride that licks the dust.
Book ii. Satire i. Line 6. Lord Fanny spins a thousand such a day.
Line 127. There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl, The feast of reason and the flow of soul.
Book ii. Satire ii. Line 159.
For I, who hold sage Homer's rule the best,
* See the Odyssey, Book xv. line 83.
Essay on Man - Continued.
Virtuous and vicious every man must be,
Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw.
Epistle iii. Line 305.
Epistle iv. Line 1.
Order is Heaven's first law.
Line 79. Reason's whole pleasure, all the joys of sense, Lie in three words — health, peace, and competence.
* For truth has such a face and such a mien,
Ilind and Panther. DRYDEN. Essay on Man - Continued.
The soul's calm sunshine and the heartfelt joy.
there all the honor lies.
Line 203. Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow; The rest is all but leather or prunella.
A wit 's a feather, and a chief a rod;
Line 254. Plays round the head, but comes not to the heart: One self-approving hour whole years outweighs Of stupid starers and of loud huzzas : And more true joy Marcellus exiled feels Than Cæsar with a senate at his heels.