(Creech).

378.  VIRG.  Ecl. ix. 48.

  ‘Mature in years, to ready honours move.’

(Dryden).

379.  PERS.  Sat. i. 27.

  ‘—­Science is not science till reveal’d.’

(Dryden).

380.  OVID, Ars Am. ii. 538.

  ‘With patience bear a rival in thy love.’

381.  HOR. 2 Od. iii. 1.

  ’Be calm, my Dellius, and serene,
  However fortune change the scene,
  In thy most dejected state,
  Sink not underneath the weight;
  Nor yet, when happy days begin,
  And the full tide comes rolling in. 
  Let a fierce, unruly, joy,
  The settled quiet of thy mind destroy.’

(Anon.)

382.  TULL.

  ‘The accused confesses his guilt.’

383.  JUV.  Sat. i. 75.

  ‘A beauteous garden, but by vice maintain’d.’

[384:  no motto. text Ed.]

385.  OVID, 1 Trist. iii 66.

  ’Breasts that with sympathizing ardour glow’d,
  And holy friendship, such as Theseus vow’d.’

[386:  motto but translation missing. text Ed.]

387.  HOR. 1 Ep. xviii. 102.

  ‘What calms the breast, and makes the mind serene.’

388.  VIRG.  Georg. ii. 174.

  ’For thee I dare unlock the sacred spring,
  And arts disclosed by ancient sages sing.’

389.  HOR.

  ‘Their pious sires a better lesson taught.’

390.  TULL.

  ’It is not by blushing, but by not doing what is unbecoming, that we
  ought to guard against the imputation of impudence.’

391.  PERS.  Sat. ii. v. 3.

      ’Thou know’st to join
  No bribe unhallow’d to a prayer of thine;
  Thine, which can ev’ry ear’s full test abide,
  Nor need be mutter’d to the gods aside! 
  No, thou aloud may’st thy petitions trust! 
  Thou need’st not whisper; other great ones must;
  For few, my friend, few dare like thee be plain,
  And prayer’s low artifice at shrines disdain. 
  Few from their pious mumblings dare depart,
  And make profession of their inmost heart. 
  Keep me, indulgent Heaven, through life sincere,
  Keep my mind sound, my reputation clear. 
  These wishes they can speak, and we can hear. 
  Thus far their wants are audibly exprest;
  Then sinks the voice, and muttering groans the rest: 
  ’Hear, hear at length, good Hercules, my vow! 
  O chink some pot of gold beneath my plough! 
  Could I, O could I, to my ravish’d eyes,
  See my rich uncle’s pompous funeral rise;
  Or could I once my ward’s cold corpse attend,
  Then all were mine!’ ’

392.  PETRON.

  ’By fable’s aid ungovern’d fancy soars,
  And claims the ministry of heavenly powers.’

393.  VIRG.  Georg. i. 412.

  ‘Unusual sweetness purer joys inspires.’

394.  TULL.

’It is obvious to see that these things are very acceptable to children, young women, and servants, and to such as most resemble servants; but they can by no means meet with the approbation of people of thought and consideration.’

395.  OVID, Rem.  Amor. 10.