John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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Alexander Pope. (1688–1744) (continued) |
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Satire or sense, alas! can Sporus feel? Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel? |
Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 307. |
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Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way. |
Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 315. |
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Wit that can creep, and pride that licks the dust. |
Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 333. |
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That not in fancy’s maze he wander’d long, But stoop’d to truth, and moraliz’d his song. 1 |
Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 340. |
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Me let the tender office long engage To rock the cradle of reposing age; With lenient arts extend a mother’s breath, Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death; Explore the thought, explain the asking eye, And keep awhile one parent from the sky. |
Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 408. |
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Lord Fanny spins a thousand such a day. |
Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Satire i. Book ii. Line 6. |
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Satire ’s my weapon, but I ’m too discreet To run amuck, and tilt at all I meet. |
Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Satire i. Book ii. Line 69. |
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But touch me, and no minister so sore; Whoe’er offends at some unlucky time Slides into verse, and hitches in a rhyme, Sacred to ridicule his whole life long, And the sad burden of some merry song. |
Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Satire i. Book ii. Line 76. |
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Bare the mean heart that lurks behind a star. |
Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Satire i. Book ii. Line 110. |
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There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl, The feast of reason and the flow of soul. |
Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Satire i. Book ii. Line 127. |
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For I, who hold sage Homer’s rule the best, Welcome the coming, speed the going guest. 2 |
Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Satire ii. Book ii. Line 159. |
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Give me again my hollow tree, A crust of bread, and liberty. |
Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Satire vi. Book ii. Line 220. |
Note 1. See Spenser, Quotation 1. [back] |
Note 2. This line is repeated in the translation of the Odyssey, book xv. line 83, with “parting” instead of “going.” [back] |