John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Alexander Pope. (1688–1744) (continued) |
| 3549 |
| Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame. |
| Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epilogue to the Satires. Dialogue i. Line 136. |
| 3550 |
| To Berkeley every virtue under heaven. |
| Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epilogue to the Satires. Dialogue ii. Line 73. |
| 3551 |
| When the brisk minor pants for twenty-one. |
| Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book i. Line 38. |
| 3552 |
| He ’s armed without that ’s innocent within. |
| Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book i. Line 94. |
| 3553 |
| Get place and wealth, if possible, with grace; If not, by any means get wealth and place. 1 |
| Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book i. Line 103. |
| 3554 |
| Above all Greek, above all Roman fame. 2 |
| Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 26. |
| 3555 |
| Authors, like coins, grow dear as they grow old. |
| Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 35. |
| 3556 |
| The mob of gentlemen who wrote with ease. |
| Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 108. |
| 3557 |
| One simile that solitary shines In the dry desert of a thousand lines. |
| Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 111. |
| 3558 |
| Then marble soften’d into life grew warm, And yielding, soft metal flow’d to human form. 3 |
| Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 147. |
| 3559 |
| Who says in verse what others say in prose. |
| Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 202. |
| 3560 |
| Waller was smooth; but Dryden taught to join The varying verse, the full resounding line, The long majestic march, and energy divine. |
| Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 267. |
| 3561 |
| E’en copious Dryden wanted or forgot The last and greatest art,—the art to blot. |
| Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 280. |
| 3562 |
| Who pants for glory finds but short repose: A breath revives him, or a breath o’erthrows. 4 |
| Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 300. |
| 3563 |
| There still remains to mortify a wit The many-headed monster of the pit. 5 |
| Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 304. |
| Note 1. See Ben Jonson, Quotation 4. [back] |
| Note 2. See Dryden, Quotation 1. [back] |
| Note 3. The canvas glow’d beyond ev’n Nature warm; The pregnant quarry teem’d with human form. Oliver Goldsmith: The Traveller, line 137. [back] |
| Note 4. A breath can make them as a breath has made.—Oliver Goldsmith: The Deserted Village, line 54. [back] |
| Note 5. See Sidney, Quotation 6. [back] |