44. HOR. Ars Poet. ver. 123.
‘Now hear what every auditor expects.’
(Roscommon).
45. Juv. Sat. iii. 100.
‘The nation is a company of players.’
46. OVID, Met. 1. i. ver. 9.
‘The jarring seeds of ill-concerted things.’
47. MART.
‘Laugh, if you are wise.’
48. OVID, Met. xiv. 652.
‘Through various shapes he often finds access.’
49. MART.
‘Men and manners I describe.’
50. JUN. Sat. xix. 321.
‘Good taste and nature always speak the same.’
51. HOR. 1 Ep. ii. 127.
‘He from the taste obscene reclaims our youth.’
(Pope).
52. VIRG. AEn. i. 78.
’To crown thy worth, she shall be
ever thine,
And make thee father of a beauteous line.’
53. HOR. Ars Poet. ver. 359.
‘Homer himself hath been observed to nod.’
(Roscommon).
54. HOR. 1. Ep. xi. 28.
‘Laborious idleness our powers employs.’
55. PERS. Sat. v. 129.
‘Our passions play the tyrants in our breasts.’
56. LUCAN, i. 454.
‘Happy in their mistake.’
57. JUV. Sat. vi. 251.
’What sense of shame in woman’s
breast can lie,
Inured to arms, and her own sex to fly?’
58. HOR. Ars Poet. ver. 361.
‘Poems like pictures are.’
59. SENECA.
‘Busy about nothing.’
60. PERS. Sat. iii. 85.
’Is it for this you gain those meagre
looks,
And sacrifice your dinner to your books?’
61. PERS. Sat. v. 19.
’ ’Tis not indeed my talent
to engage
In lofty trifles, or to swell my page
With wind and noise.’
(Dryden).
62. HOR. Ars Poet. ver. 309.
‘Sound judgment is the ground of writing well.’
(Roscommon).
63. HOR. Ars Poet. ver. i.
’If in a picture, Piso, you should see
A handsome woman with a fish’s tail,
Or a man’s head upon a horse’s neck,
Or limbs of beasts, of the most different kinds,
Cover’d with feathers of all sorts of birds;
Would you not laugh, and think the painter mad?
Trust me that book is as ridiculous,
Whose incoherent style, like sick men’s dreams,
Varies all shapes, and mixes all extremes.’
(Roscommon).
64. JUV. Sat. iii. 183.
‘The face of wealth in poverty we wear.’
65. HOR. 1 Sat. x. 90.
’Demetrius and Tigellius, know your
place;
Go hence, and whine among the school-boy
race.’
66. HOR. 1 Od. vi. 21.
’Behold a ripe and melting maid
Bound ’prentice to the wanton trade:
Ionian artists, at a mighty price,
Instruct her in the mysteries of vice,
What nets to spread, where subtle baits
to lay;
And with an early hand they form the temper’d
clay.’