(Pope).
452. PLIN. apud Lillium.
‘Human nature is fond of novelty.’
453. HOR. 2 Od. xx. i.
’No weak, no common wing shall bear
My rising body through the air.’
(Creech).
454. TER. Heaut. Act i. Sc. 1.
‘Give me leave to allow myself no respite from labour.’
455. HOR. 4 Od. ii. 27.
’—My timorous Muse
Unambitious tracts pursues;
Does with weak unballast wings,
About the mossy brooks and springs.
Like the laborious bee,
For little drops of honey fly,
And there with humble sweets contents
her Industry.’
(Cowley).
456. TULL.
’The man whose conduct is publicly
arraigned, is not suffered even to
be undone quietly.’
457. HOR. 2 Sat. iii. 9.
‘Seeming to promise something wondrous great.’
458. HOR.
‘False modesty.’
459. HOR. 1 Ep. iv. 5.
‘—Whate’er befits the wise and good’
(Creech).
460. HOR. Ars Poet. v. 25.
‘Deluded by a seeming excellence.’
(Roscommon).
461. VIRG. Ecl. ix. 34.
‘But I discern their flatt’ry from their praise.’
(Dryden).
462. HOR. 1 Sat. v. 44.
‘Nothing so grateful as a pleasant friend.’
463. CLAUD.
’In sleep, when fancy is let loose
to play,
Our dreams repeat the wishes of the day.
Though farther toil his tired limbs refuse.
The dreaming hunter still the chace pursues,
The judge abed dispenses still the laws,
And sleeps again o’er the unfinish’d
cause.
The dozing racer hears his chariot roll,
Smacks the vain whip, and shuns the fancied
goal.
Me too the Muses, in the silent night,
With wonted chimes of jingling verse delight.’
464. HOR. 2 Od. x. 5.
’The golden mean, as she’s
too nice to dwell
Among the ruins of a filthy cell,
So is her modesty withal as great,
To baulk the envy of a princely seat.’
(Norris).
465. HOR. 1 Ep. xviii. 97.
’How you may glide with gentle ease
Adown the current of your days;
Nor vex’d by mean and low desires,
Nor warm’d by wild ambitious fires;
By hope alarm’d, depress’d
by fear,
For things but little worth your care.’
(Francis).
466. VIRG. AEn. i. 409.
‘And by her graceful walk the queen of love is known.’
(Dryden).
467. TIBULL. ad Messalam, 1 Eleg. iv. 24.
’Whate’er my Muse adventurous
dares indite,
Whether the niceness of thy piercing sight
Applaud my lays, or censure what I write,
To thee I sing, and hope to borrow fame,
By adding to my page Messala’s name.’
468. PLIN. Epist.
’He was an ingenious, pleasant fellow,
and one who had a great deal of
wit and satire, with an equal share of
good humour.’