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,
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.

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

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
The feast of reason and the flow of soul.

Imitations of Horace.

Satire 1. 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.

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

Epilogue to the Satires.
Lines 135, 136.

Dialogue 1.

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, speed 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?

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.

;

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

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

Dryden.

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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,
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.

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;
Honour, but an empty bubble.

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,
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.

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