The saint sustain'd it, but the woman died. Epitaph on Mrs. Corbet. Of manners gentle, of affections mild; In wit a man, simplicity a child.1 Epitaph on Gay. A brave man struggling in the storms of fate, While Cato gives his little senate laws, The mouse that always trusts to one poor hole The Wife of Bath. Her Prologue. Line 298. Love seldom haunts the breast where learning lies, And Venus sets ere Mercury can rise. Ibid. Line 369. You beat your pate, and fancy wit will come; Knock as you please, there's nobody at home.3 Epigram. Who dared to love their country, and be poor. On his Grotto at Twickenham. 1 Compare Dryden, Elegy on Mrs. Killegrew. 2 I hold a mouse's hert not worth a leek, That hath but oon hole to sterte to. Chaucer, The Prologue of the Wyfe of Bathe, V.572. The mouse that hath but one hole is quickly taken. Herbert, Jacula Prudentum. 3 His wit invites you by his looks to come, But when you knock it never is at home. Cowper, Conversation, Line 303. Party is the madness of many for the gain of a few.1 Thoughts on Various Subjects. I never knew any man in my life who could not bear another's misfortunes perfectly like a Christian. Ibid. ILIAD. Achilles' wrath, to Greece the direful spring Of woes unnumber'd, heavenly goddess, sing! Booki. Line 1. The distant Trojans never injured me. Book i. Line 200. Shakes his ambrosial curls, and gives the nod; The stamp of fate, and sanction of the god. Book i. Line 684. She moves a goddess, and she looks a queen. Book iii. Line 208. The day shall come, that great avenging day Which Troy's proud glories in the dust shall lay, When Priam's powers and Priam's self shall fall, And one prodigious ruin swallow all. Book iv. Line 196. Not two strong men the enormous weight could raise; Such men as live in these degenerate days, Book v. Line 371. 1 From Roscoe's edition of Pope, Vol. v. p. 376; originally printed in Motte's Miscellanies, 1727. In the edition of 1736, Pope says, “I must own that the prose part (The Thoughts on Various Subjects), at the end of the second volume, was wholly mine. January, 1734." Iliad continued.] Like leaves on trees the race of man is found, Now green in youth, now withering on the ground: Another race the following spring supplies; They fall successive, and successive rise. Book vi. Line 181. The young Astyanax, the hope of Troy. Book vi. Line 467. Who dares think one thing, and another tell, My heart detests him as the gates of hell. Book ix. Line 412. A generous friendship no cold medium knows, Burns with one love, with one resentment glows. Book ix. Line 725. Without a sign his sword the brave man draws, And asks no omen but his country's cause. Book xii. Line 283. ODYSSEY. Few sons attain the praise Of their great sires, and most their sires disgrace. Book ii. Line 315. Far from gay cities and the ways of men. Book xiv. Line 410. Who love too much, hate in the like extreme. Book xv. Line 79. True friendship's laws are by this rule exprest, Welcome the coming, speed the parting guest.1 Book xv. Line 83. 1 Compare Satire ii. Book ii. Line 160. [Odyssey continued. Whatever day Makes man a slave takes half his worth away. Book xvii. Line 392. Yet, taught by time, my heart has learned to glow For others' good, and melt at others' woe.1 Book xviii. Line 279. This is the Jew That Shakespeare drew.2 JOHN PHILIPS. 1676-1708. My galligaskins, that have long withstood The Splendid Shilling. Line 121. 1 See To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady, Line 45. 2 On the 14th of February, 1741, Macklin established his fame as an actor, in the character of Shylock, in the "Merchant of Venice." . . . Macklin's performance of this character so forcibly struck a gentleman in the pit, that he, as it were involuntarily, exclaimed, "This is the Jew That Shakespeare drew.” It has been said that this gentleman was Mr. Pope, and that he meant his panegyric on Macklin as a satire against Lord Lansdowne. - Biog. Dram. Vol. i. Pt. ii. p. 469. THOMAS TICKELL. 1686-1740. Just men, by whom impartial laws were given; Nor e'er was to the bowers of bliss convey'd Ibid. Line 45. There taught us how to live; and (oh! too high The price for knowledge) taught us how to die.' Ibid. Line 81. The sweetest garland to the sweetest maid. To a Lady; with a Present of Flowers. I hear a voice you cannot hear, I see a hand you cannot see, . Which beckons me away. Colin and Lucy. DR. GEORGE SEWELL. - 1726. When all the blandishments of life are gone, The coward sneaks to death, the brave live on. The Suicide. From Martial, Book xi. Ep. 56. 1 Compare Porteus, Death, Line 318. Post, p. 386. I have taught you, my dear flock, for above thirty years how to live; and I will show you in a very short time how to die. Sandys, Anglorum Speculum, p. 903. |