Book iii

. Ode 29, Line 87._

Arms and the man I sing, who, forced by fate And haughty Juno's unrelenting hate.

_Virgil, Æneid, Line 1._

And new-laid eggs, which Baucis' busy care Turn'd by a gentle fire and roasted rare.[274-1]

_Ovid, Metamorphoses, Book viii . Baucis and Philemon, Line 97._

Ill habits gather by unseen degrees,-- As brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.

_Ovid, Metamorphoses,