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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.

Lines 261-264

Book 11.

The right divine of kings to govern wrong.

Book iv.

Line 188.

To wake the soul by tender strokes of art,
To raise the genius and to mend the heart,
To make mankind in conscious virtue bold,
Live o’er each scene, and be what they behold;
For this the tragic muse first trod the stage.

Prologue to Addison's Tragedy of Cato.

A brave man struggling in the storms of fate.
And greatly falling with a falling state.

Ilid.

Satire's

my weapon, but I'm too discreet To run a muck and tilt at all I meet.

Imitations of Horace.

Satire i. 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.

There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl
The feast of reason and the flow of soul.

Imitations of Horace.
Satire i.

Lines 127, 128.

For I who hold sage Homer's rule the best,
Welcome the coming, speed the going guest. *

Ibid.
Satire 11.

Lines 159, 160.

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Let humble ALLEN, with an awkward shame,
Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.

Epilogue to the Satires.
Dialogue 1.

Lines 135, 136.

May I lie cold before that dreadful day,
Press'd with a load of monumental clay !

Iliad. Book vi.
Parting of Hector and Andromache.

Of manners gentle, of affections mild;
In wit, a man : simplicity, a child.

Epitaph on Gay.

Nature, and Nature's laws lay hid in night:
God said, Let Newton be! and all was light.

Epitaph intended for Sir Isaac Newton, in

Westminster Abbey.

* 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, specd the parting guest."

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

Eloisa to Abelard. Lines 57, 58.

How happy is the blameless vestal's lot,
The world forgetting, by the world forgot?

Ibid. Lines 207, 208.

Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride,
Might hide her faults, if belles had faults to hide ;
If to her share some female errors fall,
Look on her face, and you'll forget them all.

The Rape of the Lock.
Canto 11.

Lines 15-18.

Fair tresses man's imperial race ensnare,
And beauty draws us with a single hair.

Ibid. Lines 27, 28.

The hungry judges soon the sentence sign,
And wretches hang that jurymen may dine.

Canto III. Lines 21, 22,

Ibid.

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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

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By too severe a fate,
Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen,
Fallen from his high estate,

And weltering in his blood;
Deserted, at his utmost need,
By those his former bounty fed.

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Pity melts the mind to love.
Softly sweet, in Lydian measures,

Soon he sooth'd his soul to pleasures.
War, he

is toil and trouble ; Honour, but an empty bubble.

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Lovely Thais sits beside thee,
Take the good the gods provide thee.

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He raised a mortal to the skies,
She drew an angel down.

Alexander's Feast.

Old as I am,

for ladies' love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet.

Cymon and Iphigenia. Lines 1, 2.

He trudged along, unknowing what he sought,
And whistled as he went, for want of thought.

Ibid. Lines 84, 85.

The fool of nature stood with stupid eyes,
And gaping mouth that testified surprise.

Ibid. Lines 107, 108.

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. *

All for Love. · Act 17.

Scene 1.

* " 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

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