(Dryden).

11.  JUV.  Sat. ii. 63.

  ‘The doves are censured, while the crows are spared.’

12.  PERS.  Sat. v. 92.

  ‘I root th’ old woman from thy trembling heart.’

13.  MART.

  ‘Were you a lion, how would you behave?’

14.  OVID, Met. iv. 590.

  ‘Wretch that thou art! put off this monstrous shape.’

15.  OVID, Ars Am. i. 159.

  ‘Light minds are pleased with trifles.’

16.  HOR. 1 Ep. i. ii.

  ’What right, what true, what fit we justly call,
  Let this be all my care—­for this is all.’

(Pope).

17.  JUV. x. 191.

  ’—­A visage rough,
  Deform’d, unfeatured.’

18.  HOR. 2 Ep. i. 187.

  ’But now our nobles too are fops and vain,
  Neglect the sense, but love the painted scene.’

(Creech).

19.  HOR. 1 Sat. iv. 17.

  ’Thank Heaven, that made me of an humble mind;
  To action little, less to words inclined!’

20.  HOM.

  ‘Thou dog in forehead.’

(Pope).

21.  HOR. 1 Ep. v. 28.

  ‘There’s room enough, and each may bring his friend.’

(Creech).

22.  HOR.  Ars Poet. ver. 5.

  ’—­Whatever contradicts my sense
  I hate to see, and never can believe.’

(Roscommon).

23.  VIRG.  AEn. ix. 420.

  ’Fierce Volscens foams with rage, and gazing round,
  Descry’d not him who gave the fatal wound;
  Nor knew to fix revenge.’

(Dryden).

24.  HOR. 1 Sat. ix. 3.

  ’Comes up a fop (I knew him but by fame),
  And seized my hand, and call’d me by name—­
—­My dear!—­how dost?’

25.  VIRG.  AEn. xii. 46.

  ‘And sickens by the very means of health.’

26.  HOR. 1 Od. iv. 13.

  ’With equal foot, rich friend, impartial fate
  Knocks at the cottage and the palace gate: 
  Life’s span forbids thee to extend thy cares,
  And stretch thy hopes beyond thy years: 
  Night soon will seize, and you must quickly go
  To storied ghosts, and Pluto’s house below.’

(Creech).

27.  HOR. 1 Ep. i 20. Imitated.

  ’Long as to him, who works for debt, the day;
  Long as the night to her, whose love’s away;
  Long as the year’s dull circle seems to run
  When the brisk minor pants for twenty-one: 
  So slow th’ unprofitable moments roll,
  That lock up all the functions of my soul;
  That keep me from myself, and still delay
  Life’s instant business to a future day: 
  That task, which as we follow, or despise,
  The eldest is a fool, the youngest wise: 
  Which done, the poorest can no wants endure,
  And which not done, the richest must be poor.’

(Pope).

28.  HOR. 2 Od. x. 19.

  ‘Nor does Apollo always bend his bow.’