‘What is becoming is honourable, and what is honourable is becoming.’

260.  HOR. 3 Ep. ii. 55.

  ’Years following years steal something every day,
  At last they steal us from ourselves away.’

(Pope).

261.  Frag.  Vet.  Poet.

  ‘Wedlock’s an ill men eagerly embrace.’

262.  OVID, Trist. ii. 566. Adapted.

  ’My paper flows from no satiric vein,
  Contains no poison, and conveys no pain.’

263.  TREBONIUS apud TULL.

  ’I am glad that he whom I must have loved from duty, whatever he had
  been, is such a one as I can love from inclination.’

264.  HOR. 1 Ep. xviii. 103. Adapted.

  ’In public walks let who will shine or stray,
  I’ll silent steal through life in my own way.’

265.  OVID, de Art.  Am. iii. 7.

  ’But some exclaim:  What frenzy rules your mind? 
  Would you increase the craft of womankind? 
  Teach them new wiles and arts?  As well you may
  Instruct a snake to bite, or wolf to prey.’

(Congreve).

266.  TER.  Eun.  Act v.  Sc. 4.

  ’This I conceive to be my master-piece, that I have discovered how
  unexperienced youth may detect the artifices of bad women, and by
  knowing them early, detest them for ever.’

267.  PROPERT.  El. 34, lib. 2, ver. 95.

  ‘Give place, ye Roman and ye Grecian wits.’

268.  HOR. 1 Sat. iii. 29.

  ’—­unfit
  For lively sallies of corporeal wit.’

(Creech).

269.  OVID, Ars Am. i. 241.

  ‘Most rare is now our old simplicity.’

(Dryden).

270.  HOR. 1 Ep. ii. 262.

  ’For what’s derided by the censuring crowd,
  Is thought on more than what is just and good.’

(Dryden).

  ’There is a lust in man no power can tame,
  Of loudly publishing his neighbour’s shame;
  On eagle’s wings invidious scandals fly,
  While virtuous actions are but born, and die.’

(E. of Corke).

  ’Sooner we learn, and seldomer forget,
  What critics scorn, than what they highly rate.’

(’Hughes’s Letters’, vol. ii p 222.)

271.  VIRG.  AEn. iv. 701.

  ‘Drawing a thousand colours from the light.’

(Dryden).

272.  VIRG.  AEn. i. 345.

  ‘Great is the injury, and long the tale.’

273.  HOR.  Ars Poet. ver. 156.

  ‘Note well the manners.’

274.  HOR. 1 Sat. ii. 37.

  ’All you who think the city ne’er can thrive
  Till every cuckold-maker’s flay’d alive,
  Attend.’

(Pope).

275.  HOR.  Ars Poet. ver. 300.

  ‘A head, no hellebore can cure.’

276.  HOR. 1 Sat. iii. 42.

  ‘Misconduct screen’d behind a specious name.’

277.  OVID, Met. lib. iv. ver. 428.