29. HOR. 1 Sat. x. 23.

'Both tongues united, sweeter sounds produce, Like Chian mixed with Palernian juice.'

30. HOR. 1 Ep. vi. 65.

'If nothing, as Mimnermus strives to prove, Can e'er be pleasant without mirth and love, Then live in mirth and love, thy sports pursue.'

(Creech).

31. VIRG. aen. vi. 266.

'What I have heard, permit me to relate.'

32. HOR. 1 Sat. v. 64.

'He wants no tragic vizor to increase His natural deformity of face.'

33. HOR. 1 Od. x.x.x. 5.

'The graces with their zones unloosed; The nymphs, with beauties all exposed From every spring, and every plain; Thy powerful, hot, and winged boy; And youth, that's dull without thy joy; And Mercury, compose thy train.'

(Creech).

34. JUV. Sat. xv. 159.

'From spotted skins the leopard does refrain.'

(Tate).

35. CATULL. Carm. 39. in Enat.

'Nothing so foolish as the laugh of fools.'

36. VIRG. aen. iii. 583.

'Things the most out of nature we endure.'

37. VIRG. aen. vii. 805.

'Unbred to spinning, in the loom unskill'd.'

(Dryden).

38. MART.

'One would not please too much.'

39. HOR. 2 Ep. ii. 102. _Imitated_.

'Much do I suffer, much, to keep in peace This jealous, waspish, wrong-headed rhyming race.'

(Pope).

40. HOR. 2 Ep. i. 208. _Imitated_.

'Yet lest you think I rally more than teach, Or praise, malignant, arts I cannot reach, Let me for once presume t' instruct the times, To know the poet from the man of rhymes; 'Tis he, who gives my breast a thousand pains, Can make me feel each pa.s.sion that he feigns; Enrage, compose, with more than magic art, With pity, and with terror, tear my heart; And s.n.a.t.c.h me o'er the earth, or through the air, To Thebes, to Athens, when he will, and where.'

(Pope).

41. OVID, Met. i. 654.

'So found, is worse than lost.'

(Addison).

42. HOR. 2 Ep. i. 202. _Imitated_.

'Loud as the wolves on Orca's stormy steep, Howl to the roarings of the northern deep: Such is the shout, the long applauding note, At Quin's high plume, or Oldfield's petticoat: Or when from court a birth-day suit bestow'd Sinks the last actor in the tawdry load.

Booth enters--hark! the universal peal!-- But has he spoken?--Not a syllable-- What shook the stage, and made the people stare?

Cato's long wig, flower'd gown, and lacker'd chair.'

(Pope).