(Dryden).

568.  MART.  Epig. i. 39.

  ‘Reciting makes it thine.’

569.  HOR.  Ars Poet. ver. 434.

  ’Wise were the kings who never chose a friend,
  Till with full cups they had unmask’d his soul,
  And seen the bottom of his deepest thoughts.’

(Roscommon).

570.  HOR.  Ars Poet. ver. 322.

  ‘Chiming trifles.’

(Roscommon).

571.  LUC.

  ‘What seek we beyond heaven?’

572.  HOR. 1 Ep. ii. 115.

  ‘Physicians only boast the healing art.’

573.  JUV.  Sat. ii. 35.

  ‘Chastised, the accusation they retort.’

574.  HOR. 4 Od. ix. 45.

  ’Believe not those that lands possess,
  And shining heaps of useless ore,
  The only lords of happiness;
    But rather those that know
    For what kind fates bestow,
  And have the heart to use the store
  That have the generous skill to bear
  The hated weight of poverty.’

(Creech).

575.  VIRG.  Georg. iv. 223.

  ‘No room is left for death.’

(Dryden).

576.  OVID, Met. ii. 72.

  ’I steer against their motions, nor am I
  Borne back by all the current of the sky.’

(Addison).

577.  JUV.  Sat. vi. 613.

  ‘This might be borne with, if you did not rave.’

578.  OVID, Met. xv. 167.

  ‘Th’ unbodied spirit flies
  And lodges where it lights in man or beast.’

(Dryden).

579.  VIRG.  AEn. iv. 132.

  ‘Sagacious hounds.’

580.  OVID, Met. i. 175.

  ’This place, the brightest mansion of the sky,
  I’ll call the palace of the Deity.’

(Dryden).

581.  MART.  Epig. i. 17.

  ‘Some good, more bad, some neither one nor t’other.’

582.  JUV.  Sat. vii. 51.

  ‘The curse of writing is an endless itch.’

(Ch.  Dryden).

583.  VIRG.  Georg. iv. 112.

  ’With his own hand the guardian of the bees,
  For slips of pines may search the mountain trees,
  And with wild thyme and sav’ry plant the plain,
  Till his hard horny fingers ache with pain;
  And deck with fruitful trees the fields around,
  And with refreshing waters drench the ground.’

(Dryden).

584.  VIRG.  Ecl. x. 42.

  ’Come see what pleasures in our plains abound;
  The woods, the fountains, and the flow’ry ground: 
  Here I could live, and love, and die with only you.’

(Dryden).

585.  VIRG.  Ecl. v. 68.

  ’The mountain-tops unshorn, the rocks rejoice;
  The lowly shrubs partake of human voice.’

(Dryden).

586.  CIC. de Div.

  ’The things which employ men’s waking thoughts and actions recur to
  their imaginations in sleep.’

587.  PERS.  Sat. iii. 30.