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Men must be taught as if you taught them not,
Part iii. Line 15.
Part iii. Line 53.
For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
Part iii. Line 66.
Led by the light of the Mæonian star. Part iii. Line 89.
Content if hence the unlearned their wants may view, The learned reflect on what before they knew.*
Part üi. Line 179.
THE RAPE OF THE LOCK.
What dire offence from amorous causes springs,
Canto i. Line 1.
And all Arabia breathes from yonder box.
Canto i. Line 134.
On her white breast a sparkling cross she wore,
Canto ii. Line 7.
Canto ii. Line 17.
* '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 Hénault's Abrégé Chronologique, and in the preface to the third edition of this work, Hénault acknowledges that he had given it as a translation of this couplet.
Fair tresses man's imperial race ensnare,
Canto ü. Line 27. Here thou, great Anna! whom three realms obey, Dost sometimes counsel take-and sometimes tea.
Canto iii. Line 7. At every word a reputation dies.
Canto iii. Line 16.
The hungry judges soon the sentence sign,
Canto üi. Line 21.
Coffee, which makes the politician wise,
Canto iii. Line 117
Canto iii. Line 153. Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.
Canto v. Line 34.
EPISTLE FO DR. ARBUTHNOT.
Prologue to the Satires.
Shut, shut the door, good John.
Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand,
E'en Sunday shines no Sabbath-day to me. Line 12.
* She knows her
and when you rant and swear, Can draw you to her with a single hair.
DRYDEN. Persius, Satire i.
Is there a parson much bemused in beer,
Friend to my life, which did not you prolong,
Obliged by hunger and request of friends.
Fired that the house rejects him, “'sdeath I'll print it, And shame the fools.'
No creature smarts so little as a fool.
Destroy his fib, or sophistry in vain !
As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame,
Pretty! in amber to observe the forms,
And he whose fustian 's so sublimely bad,
Should such a man, too fond to rule alone,
Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer,
By flatterers besieged, And so obliging that he ne'er obliged ; Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause.
Who but must laugh, if such a man there be ?
Cursed be the verse, how well soe'er it flow,
Eternal smiles his emptiness betray,
Wit that can creep, and pride that licks the dust.
Me, let the tender office long engage
SATIRES, EPISTLES, AND ODES OF HORACE.
Lord Fanny spins a thousand such a day.
Book ii. Satire i. Line 6.
Book ii. Satire i. Line 69.
Book ii. Satire i. Line 76. There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl, The feast of reason and the flow of soul.
Book ii. Satire i. Line 127. For I, who hold sage Homer's rule the best, Welcome the coming, speed the going guest.*
Book ii. Satire ii. Line 159. Above all Greek, above all Roman fame.*
Book ii. Epistle i. Line 26. The mob of gentlemen who wrote with ease.
Book ii. Epistle i. Line 108. One simile that solitary shines In the dry desert of a thousand lines.
Book ii. Epistle i. Line 111. Who says in verse what others say in prose.
Book ü. Epistle i. Line 201.
* See the Odyssey, Book xv. line 84.
DRYDEN. Upon the Death of Lord Hastings.