| John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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| | | 2986 | Not heaven itself upon the past has power; But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour. |
| Imitation of Horace. Book iii. Ode 29, Line 71. |
| 2987 | I can enjoy her while she s kind; But when she dances in the wind, And shakes the wings and will not stay, I puff the prostitute away. |
| Imitation of Horace. Book iii. Ode 29, Line 81. |
| 2988 | | And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm. |
| Imitation of Horace. Book iii. Ode 29, Line 87. |
| 2989 | Arms and the man I sing, who, forced by fate And haughty Junos unrelenting hate. |
| Virgil, Æneid. Line 1. |
| 2990 | And new-laid eggs, which Baucis busy care Turnd by a gentle fire and roasted rare. 1 |
| Ovid, Metamorphoses, Book viii. Baucis and Philemon, Line 97. |
| 2991 | Ill habits gather by unseen degrees, As brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas. |
| Book xv. The Worship of Æsculapius, Line 155. |
| 2992 | She knows her man, and when you rant and swear, Can draw you to her with a single hair. 2 |
| Persius. Satire v. Line 246. |
| 2993 | Look round the habitable world: how few Know their own good, or knowing it, pursue. |
| Juvenal. Satire x. |
| 2994 | Our souls sit close and silently within, And their own web from their own entrails spin; And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such, That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch. 3 |
| Mariage à la Mode. Act ii. Sc. 1. |
| 2995 | Thespis, the first professor of our art, At country wakes sung ballads from a cart. |
| Prologue to Lees Sophonisba. |
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