| John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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| | | Alexander Pope. (16881744) (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 softend into life grew warm, And yielding, soft metal flowd 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 | Een 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 oerthrows. 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. |
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