Book ii

. Line 758._

For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.

_The Cock and the Fox. Line 452._

And that one hunting, which the Devil design'd For one fair female, lost him half the kind.

_Theodore and Honoria. Line 227._

Old as I am, for ladies' love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet.

_Cymon and Iphigenia. Line 1._

When beauty fires the blood, how love exalts the mind!

_Cymon and Iphigenia. Line 41._

He trudg'd along unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought.

_Cymon and Iphigenia. Line 84._

The fool of nature stood with stupid eyes And gaping mouth, that testified surprise.

_Cymon and Iphigenia. Line 107._

Love taught him shame; and shame, with love at strife, Soon taught the sweet civilities of life.

_Cymon and Iphigenia. Line 133._

She hugg'd the offender, and forgave the offence: Sex to the last.[273-1]

_Cymon and Iphigenia. Line 367._

And raw in fields the rude militia swarms, Mouths without hands; maintain'd at vast expense, In peace a charge, in war a weak defence; Stout once a month they march, a blustering band, And ever but in times of need at hand.

_Cymon and Iphigenia. Line 400._

Of seeming arms to make a short essay, Then hasten to be drunk,--the business of the day.

_Cymon and Iphigenia. Line 407._

Happy who in his verse can gently steer From grave to light, from pleasant to severe.[273-2]

_The Art of Poetry. Canto i. Line 75._

Happy the man, and happy he alone, He who can call to-day his own; He who, secure within, can say, To-morrow, do thy worst, for I have liv'd to-day.[273-3]

_Imitation of Horace. Book iii . Ode 29, Line 65._

Not heaven itself upon the past has power; But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.

_Imitation of Horace. Book iii . Ode 29, Line 71._

I can enjoy her while she 's kind; But when she dances in the wind, And shakes the wings and will not stay, I puff the prostitute away.

_Imitation of Horace. Book iii . Ode 29, Line 81._

And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.

_Imitation of Horace.