15. OVID, Ars Am. i. 159.

'Light minds are pleased with trifles.'

16. HOR. 1 Ep. i. ii.

'What right, what true, what fit we justly call, Let this be all my care--for this is all.'

(Pope).

17. JUV. x. 191.

'--A visage rough, Deform'd, unfeatured.'

18. HOR. 2 Ep. i. 187.

'But now our n.o.bles too are fops and vain, Neglect the sense, but love the painted scene.'

(Creech).

19. HOR. 1 Sat. iv. 17.

'Thank Heaven, that made me of an humble mind; To action little, less to words inclined!'

20. HOM.

'Thou dog in forehead.'

(Pope).

21. HOR. 1 Ep. v. 28.

'There's room enough, and each may bring his friend.'

(Creech).

22. HOR. Ars Poet. ver. 5.

'--Whatever contradicts my sense I hate to see, and never can believe.'

(Roscommon).

23. VIRG. aen. ix. 420.

'Fierce Volscens foams with rage, and gazing round, Descry'd not him who gave the fatal wound; Nor knew to fix revenge.'

(Dryden).

24. HOR. 1 Sat. ix. 3.

'Comes up a fop (I knew him but by fame), And seized my hand, and call'd me by name-- --My dear!--how dost?'

25. VIRG. aen. xii. 46.

'And sickens by the very means of health.'

26. HOR. 1 Od. iv. 13.

'With equal foot, rich friend, impartial fate Knocks at the cottage and the palace gate: Life's span forbids thee to extend thy cares, And stretch thy hopes beyond thy years: Night soon will seize, and you must quickly go To storied ghosts, and Pluto's house below.'

(Creech).

27. HOR. 1 Ep. i 20. _Imitated_.

'Long as to him, who works for debt, the day; Long as the night to her, whose love's away; Long as the year's dull circle seems to run When the brisk minor pants for twenty-one: So slow th' unprofitable moments roll, That lock up all the functions of my soul; That keep me from myself, and still delay Life's instant business to a future day: That task, which as we follow, or despise, The eldest is a fool, the youngest wise: Which done, the poorest can no wants endure, And which not done, the richest must be poor.'

(Pope).

28. HOR. 2 Od. x. 19.

'Nor does Apollo always bend his bow.'