John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Alexander Pope. (1688–1744) (continued) |
| 3586 |
| How sweet an Ovid, Murray was our boast! |
| The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 169. |
| 3587 |
| The right divine of kings to govern wrong. |
| The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 188. |
| 3588 |
| Stuff the head With all such reading as was never read: For thee explain a thing till all men doubt it, And write about it, goddess, and about it. |
| The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 249. |
| 3589 |
| To happy convents bosom’d deep in vines, Where slumber abbots purple as their wines. |
| The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 301. |
| 3590 |
| Led by my hand, he saunter’d Europe round, And gather’d every vice on Christian ground. |
| The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 311. |
| 3591 |
| Judicious drank, and greatly daring din’d. |
| The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 318. |
| 3592 |
| Stretch’d on the rack of a too easy chair, And heard thy everlasting yawn confess The pains and penalties of idleness. |
| The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 342. |
| 3593 |
| E’en Palinurus nodded at the helm. |
| The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 614. |
| 3594 |
| Religion blushing, veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires. Nor public flame nor private dares to shine; Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine! Lo! thy dread empire Chaos is restor’d, Light dies before thy uncreating word; Thy hand, great Anarch, lets the curtain fall, And universal darkness buries all. |
| The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 649. |