(P.)

175.  OVID, Rem.  Am. v. 625.

  ‘To save your house from neighb’ring fire is hard.’

(Tate).

176.  LUCR. iv. 1155.

  ‘A little, pretty, witty, charming she!’

177.  JUV.  Sat. xv. 140.

  ‘Who can all sense of others’ ills escape,
  Is but a brute, at best, in human shape.’

(Tate).

178.  HOR. 2 Ep. ii. 133.

  ‘Civil to his wife.’

(Pope).

179.  HOR.  Ars Poet. v. 341.

  ’Old age is only fond of moral truth,
  Lectures too grave disgust aspiring youth;
  But he who blends instruction with delight,
  Wins every reader, nor in vain shall write.’

(P.)

180.  HOR. 1 Ep. ii. 14.

  ‘The monarch’s folly makes the people rue.’

(P.)

181.  VIRG.  AEn. ii. 145.

  ‘Moved by these tears, we pity and protect.’

182.  JUV.  Sat. vi. 180.

  ‘The bitter overbalances the sweet.’

183.  HOM.

  ’Sometimes fair truth in fiction we disguise;
  Sometimes present her naked to men’s eyes.’

(Pope).

184.  HOR.  Ars Poet. v. 360.

  ‘—­Who labours long may be allowed sleep.’

185.  VIRG.  AEn. i. 15.

  ‘And dwells such fury in celestial breasts?’

186.  HOR. 3 Od. i. 38.

  ‘High Heaven itself our impious rage assails.’

(P.)

187.  HOR. 1 Od. v. 2.

  ’Ah wretched they! whom Pyrrha’s smile
  And unsuspected arts beguile.’

(Duncome).

188.  TULL.

  ‘It gives me pleasure to be praised by you, whom all men praise.’

189.  VIRG.  AEn. x. 824.

  ‘An image of paternal tenderness.’

190.  HOR. 2 Od. viii. 18.

  ‘A slavery to former times unknown.’

191.

  ‘—­Deluding vision of the night.’

(Pope).

192.  TER.  Andr.  Act i.  Sc. 1.

’—­All the world With one accord said all good things, and praised My happy fortunes, who possess a son So good, so liberally disposed.’

(Colman).

193.  VIRG.  Georg. ii. 461.

  ’His lordship’s palace view, whose portals proud
  Each morning vomit forth a cringing crowd.’

(Warton, &c.)

194.  HOR. 1 Od. xiii. 4.

  ‘With jealous pangs my bosom swells.’

195.  HESIOD.

  ’Fools not to know that half exceeds the whole,
  How blest the sparing meal and temperate bowl!’

196.  HOR. 1 Ep. xi. 30.

  ’True happiness is to no place confined,
  But still is found in a contented mind.’

197.  HOR. 1 Ep. xviii. 15.

  ’On trifles some are earnestly absurd;
  You’ll think the world depends on every word. 
  What! is not every mortal free to speak? 
  I’ll give my reasons, though I break my neck! 
  And what’s the question?  If it shines or rains;
  Whether ‘tis twelve or fifteen miles to Staines.’