(Roscommon).
67. SALLUST.
‘Too fine a dancer for a virtuous woman.’
68. OVID, Met. i. 355.
‘We two are a multitude.’
69. VIRG. Georg. i. 54.
’This ground with Bacchus, that
with Ceres suits;
That other loads the trees with happy
fruits,
A fourth with grass, unbidden, decks the
ground:
Thus Tmolus is with yellow saffron crown’d;
India black ebon and white iv’ry
bears;
And soft Idume weeps her od’rous
tears:
Thus Pontus sends her beaver stones from
far:
And naked Spaniards temper steel for war:
Epirus for th’ Elean chariot breeds
(In hopes of palms) a race of running
steeds.
This is th’ original contract; these
the laws
Imposed by nature, and by nature’s
cause.’
(Dryden).
70. HOR. 1 Ep. ii. 63.
‘Sometimes the vulgar see and judge aright.’
71. OVID, Epist. iv. 10.
‘Love bade me write.’
72. VIRG. Georg. iv. 208.
‘Th’ immortal line in sure
succession reigns,
The fortune of the family remains,
And grandsires’ grandsons the long
list contains.’
(Dryden).
73. VIRG. AEn. i. 328.
‘O Goddess! for no less you seem.’
74. VIRG. AEn. iv. 88.
‘The works unfinish’d and neglected lie.’
75. HOR. 1 Ep. xvii. 23.
‘All fortune fitted Aristippus well.’
(Creech).
76. HOR. 1 Ep. viii. 17.
‘As you your fortune bear, we will bear you.’
(Creech).
77. MART. Epig. i. 87.
’What correspondence can I hold
with you,
Who are so near, and yet so distant too?’
78. ‘Could we but call so great a genius ours!’
79. HOR. 1 Ep. xvi. 52.
‘The good, for virtue’s sake, abhor to sin.’
(Creech).
80. HOR. 1 Ep. ix. 27.
’Those that beyond sea go, will
sadly find,
They change their climate only, not their
mind.’
(Creech).
81. STAT. Theb. ii. 128.
’As when the tigress hears the hunter’s
din,
Dark angry spots distain her glossy skin.’
82. JUV. Sat iii. 33.
‘His fortunes ruin’d, and himself a slave.’
83. VIRG. AEn. i. 464.
‘And with the shadowy picture feeds his mind.’
84. VIRG. AEn. ii. 6.
’Who can such woes relate, without
a tear,
As stern Ulysses must have wept to hear?’
85. HOR. Ars Poet. ver. 319.
’—When the sentiments and manners please, And all the characters are wrought with ease, Your tale, though void of beauty, force, and art, More strongly shall delight, and warm the heart; Than where a lifeless pomp of verse appears, And with sonorous trifles charms our ears.’
(Francis).
86. OVID, Met. ii. 447.