Immortal RICH! how calm he sits at ease* 'Mid snows of paper, and fierce hail of peas And, proud his mistress' orders to perform, Rides in the whirlwind, and directs the storm. Book III. Lines 261-264. The right divine of kings to govern wrong. Book IV. Line 188. To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, Prologue to Addison's Tragedy of Cato. A brave man struggling in the storms of fate. Satire's my weapon, but I'm too discreet Imitations of Horace. Ibid. * Rich, the manager of Covent Garden Theatre, is here alluded to. The last line of this extract is used by Addison, in his poem, The Campaign." See quotations from Addison. There ST. JOHN mingles with my friendly bowl Imitations of Horace. Satire 1. Lines 127, 128. For I who hold sage Homer's rule the best, * Ibid. Satire 11 Lines 159, 160. Let humble ALLEN, with an awkward shame, Epilogue to the Satires. Dialogue 1. May I lie cold before that dreadful day, Iliad. Book vi. Parting of Hector and Andromache. Of manners gentle, of affections mild; Epitaph on Gay. Nature, and Nature's laws lay hid in night: Epitaph intended for Sir Isaac Newton, in * See also Pope's Homer's Odyssey, Book xv., Lines 83, 84: "True friendship's laws are by this rule express'd, Welcome the coming, speed the parting guest." Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul, Eloisa to Abelard. Lines 57, 58. How happy is the blameless vestal's lot, Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, ; Fair tresses man's imperial race ensnare, The hungry judges soon the sentence sign, Dryden. -000 None but the brave deserves the fair. * * Sooth'd with the sound the king grew vain, Fought all his battles o'er again; And thrice he routed all his foes; and thrice he slew He sung Darius great and good, By too severe a fate, And weltering in his blood; Deserted, at his utmost need, By those his former bounty fed. Pity melts the mind to love. Softly sweet, in Lydian measures, Soon he sooth'd his soul to pleasures. War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee. * * He raised a mortal to the skies, She drew an angel down. Alexander's Feast. Old as I am, for ladies' love unfit, Cymon and Iphigenia. Lines 1, 2. He trudged along, unknowing what he sought, Ibid. Lines 84, 85. The fool of nature stood with stupid eyes, Errors, like straws, upon the surface flow; He who would search for pearls must dive below. Prologue to All for Love. Men are but children of a larger growth.* *The child is father of the man.' -See Quotations from Wordsworth. "The childhood shows the man, as morning shows the day." Milton's Paradise Regained, Book iv. Line 2 |