442. HOR. 2 Ep. i. 117.

'--Those who cannot write, and those who can, All rhyme, and scrawl, and scribble to a man.'

(Pope).

443. HOR. 3 Od. xxiv. 32.

's.n.a.t.c.h'd from our sight, we eagerly pursue, And fondly would recall her to our view.'

444. HOR. Ars Poet. v. 139.

'The mountain labours.'

445. MART. Epig. i. 118.

'You say, Lupercus, what I write I'n't worth so much: you're in the right.'

446. HOR. Ars Poet. ver. 308.

'What fit, what not; what excellent, or ill.'

(Roscommon).

447.

'Long exercise, my friend, inures the mind; And what we once disliked we pleasing find.'

448. JUV. Sat. ii. 82.

'In time to greater baseness you proceed.'

449. MART. iii. 68.

'A book the chastest matron may peruse.'

450. HOR. 1 Ep. i. 53.

'--Get money, money still, And then let virtue follow, if she will.'

(Pope).

451. HOR. 2 Ep. i. 149.

--Times corrupt and nature ill-inclined Produced the point that left the sting behind; Till, friend with friend, and families at strife, Triumphant malice raged through private life.'

(Pope).

452. PLIN. apud Lillium.

'Human nature is fond of novelty.'

453. HOR. 2 Od. xx. i.

'No weak, no common wing shall bear My rising body through the air.'

(Creech).

454. TER. Heaut. Act i. Sc. 1.

'Give me leave to allow myself no respite from labour.'

455. HOR. 4 Od. ii. 27.

'--My timorous Muse Unambitious tracts pursues; Does with weak unballast wings, About the mossy brooks and springs.

Like the laborious bee, For little drops of honey fly, And there with humble sweets contents her Industry.'

(Cowley).