’Some country girl, scarce to a curtsey bred,
  Would I much rather than Cornelia wed;
  If supercilious, haughty, proud, and vain,
  She brought her father’s triumphs in her train. 
  Away with all your Carthaginian state;
  Let vanquish’d Hannibal without-doors wait,
  Too burly and too big to pass my narrow gate.’

(Dryden).

300.  HOR. 1 Ep. xviii. 5.

  ’—­Another failing of the mind,
  Greater than this, of quite a different kind.’

(Pooley).

301.  HOR. 4 Od. xiii. 26.

  ’That all may laugh to see that glaring light,
  Which lately shone so fierce and bright,
  End in a stink at last, and vanish into night.’

(Anon).

302.  VIRG.  AEn. v. 343.

  ’Becoming sorrows, and a virtuous mind
  More lovely in a beauteous form enshrined.’

303.  HOR.  Ars Poet. ver. 363.

  ’—­Some choose the clearest light,
  And boldly challenge the most piercing eye.’

(Roscommon).

304.  VIRG.  AEn. iv. 2.

  ‘A latent fire preys on his feverish veins.’

305.  VIRG.  AEn. ii. 521.

  ‘These times want other aids.’

(Dryden).

306.  JUV.  Sat. vi. 177.

  ’What beauty, or what chastity, can bear
  So great a price, if stately and severe
  She still insults?’

(Dryden).

307.  HOR.  Ars Poet. ver. 39.

  ’—­Often try what weight you can support,
  And what your shoulders are too weak to bear.’

(Roscommon).

308.  HOR.  Od. 5. lib. ii. ver. 15.

  ’—­Lalage will soon proclaim
  Her love, nor blush to own her flame.’

(Creech).

309.  VIRG.  AEn. vi. ver. 264.

  ’Ye realms, yet unreveal’d to human sight,
  Ye gods, who rule the regions of the night,
  Ye gliding ghosts, permit me to relate
  The mystic wonders of your silent state.’

(Dryden).

310.  VIRG.  AEn. i. 77.

  ‘I’ll tie the indissoluble marriage-knot.’

311.  JUV.  Sat. vi. 137.

  ’He sighs, adores, and courts her ev’ry hour: 
  Who wou’d not do as much for such a dower?’

(Dryden).

312.  TULL.

’What duty, what praise, or what honour will he think worth enduring bodily pain for, who has persuaded himself that pain is the chief evil?  Nay, to what ignominy, to what baseness will he not stoop, to avoid pain, if he has determined it to be the chief evil?’

313.  JUV.  Sat. vii. 237.

  ’Bid him besides his daily pains employ,
  To form the tender manners of the boy,
  And work him, like a waxen babe, with art,
  To perfect symmetry in ev’ry part.’

(Ch.  Dryden).

314.  HOR. 1 Od. xxiii, II.

  ’Attend thy mother’s heels no more,
  Now grown mature for man, and ripe for joy.’