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Immortal Rich! how calm he sits at ease
peas And, proud his mistress' orders to perform, Rides in the whirlwind, and directs the storm.
The right divine of kings to govern wrong.
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.
my weapon, but I'm too discreet To run a muck and tilt at all I meet.
Imitations of Horace.
Lines 69, 70.
* 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.
Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul,
Eloisa to Abelard Lines 57, 58.
How happy is the blameless vestal's lot,
Ibid. Lines 207, 208.
Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride,
The Rape of the Lock.
Fair tresses man's imperial race ensnare,
Lines 27, 28.
The hungry judges soon the sentence sign,
Lines 21, 22.