(Dryden).

364.  HOR. 1 Ep. xi. 29.

  ’Anxious through seas and land to search for rest,
  Is but laborious idleness at best.’

(Francis).

365.  VIRG.  Georg. iii. 272.

  ’But most in spring:  the kindly spring inspires
  Reviving heat, and kindles genial fires.’

    Adapted.

  ’Flush’d by the spirit of the genial year,
  Be greatly cautious of your sliding hearts.’

  (’Thomson’s Spring’, 160, _&c._)

366.  HOR. 1 Od. xxii. 17.

  ’Set me where on some pathless plain
  The swarthy Africans complain,
  To see the chariot of the sun
  So near the scorching country run: 
  The burning zone, the frozen isles,
  Shall hear me sing of Celia’s smiles;
  All cold, but in her breast, I will despise,
  And dare all heat, but that of Celia’s eyes.’

(Roscommon).

367.  JUV.  Sat. i. 18.

  ’In mercy spare us, when we do our best
  To make as much waste paper as the rest.’

368.  EURIP. apud TULL.

  ’When first an infant draws the vital air,
  Officious grief should welcome him to care: 
  But joy should life’s concluding scene attend,
  And mirth be kept to grace a dying friend.’

369.  HOR.  Ars Poet. 180.

  ‘What we hear moves less than what we see.’

(Roscommon).

370.

  ’—­All the world’s a stage,
  And all the men and women merely players.’

(Shakspeare).

371.  JUV.  Sat. x. 28.

  ’And shall the sage your approbation win,
  Whose laughing features wore a constant grin?’

372.  OVID, Met. i. 759.

  ’To hear an open slander is a curse;
  But not to find an answer is a worse.’

(Dryden).

373.  JUV.  Sat. xiv. 109.

  ’Vice oft is hid in Virtue’s fair disguise,
  And in her borrow’d form escapes inquiring eyes.’

374.  LUCAN, ii. 57.

  ’He reckon’d not the past, while aught remain’d
  Great to be done, or mighty to be gain’d.’

(Rowe).

375.  HOR. 4 Od. ix. 45.

  ’We barbarously call them blest,
  Who are of largest tenements possest,
  While swelling coffers break their owner’s rest. 
  More truly happy those who can
  Govern that little empire, man;
  Who spend their treasure freely, as ’twas given
  By the large bounty of indulgent Heaven;
  Who, in a fix’d unalterable state,
  Smile at the doubtful tide of Fate,
  And scorn alike her friendship and her hate. 
  Who poison less than falsehood fear,
  Loath to purchase life so dear.’

(Stepney).

376.  PERS.  Sat. vi. 11.

  ‘From the Pythagorean peacock.’

377.  HOR. 2 Od. xiii. 13.

  ’What each should fly, is seldom known;
  We unprovided, are undone.’