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[277-1] There is a pleasure in poetic pains. Which only poets know.

COWPER: _The Timepiece, line 285._

[277-2] Lords of humankind.--GOLDSMITH: _The Traveller, line 327._

[277-3] Adore the hand that gives the blow.--POMFRET: _Verses to his Friend._

[277-4] Among mortals second thoughts are the wisest.--EURIPIDES: _Hippolytus, 438._

[277-5] See Butler, page 211.

[277-6] The precious porcelain of human clay.--BYRON: _Don Juan,

## canto iv. stanza 11._

[277-7] Give ample room and verge enough.--GRAY: _The Bard, ii. 1._

[277-8] Whistling aloud to bear his courage up.--BLAIR: _The Grave, line 58._

[277-9] Le véritable Amphitryon Est l'Amphitryon où l'on dîne (The true Amphitryon is the Amphitryon where we dine).

MOLIÈRE: _Amphitryon, act iii. sc. 5._

EARL OF ROSCOMMON. 1633-1684.

Remember Milo's end, Wedged in that timber which he strove to rend.

_Essay on Translated Verse. Line 87._

And choose an author as you choose a friend.

_Essay on Translated Verse. Line 96._

Immodest words admit of no defence, For want of decency is want of sense.

_Essay on Translated Verse. Line 113._

The multitude is always in the wrong.

_Essay on Translated Verse. Line 184._

My God, my Father, and my Friend, Do not forsake me at my end.

_Translation of Dies Iræ._

THOMAS KEN. 1637-1711.

Praise God, from whom all blessings flow! Praise Him, all creatures here below! Praise Him above, ye heavenly host! Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!

_Morning and Evening Hymn._

SIR JOHN POWELL. ---- -1713.

Let us consider the reason of the case. For nothing is law that is not reason.[278-1]

_Coggs vs. Bernard, 2 Lord Raymond, 911._

FOOTNOTES:

[278-1] See Coke, page 24.

ISAAC NEWTON. 1642-1727.

I do not know what I may appear to the world; but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.[278-2]

_Brewster's Memoirs of Newton. Vol. ii. Chap. xxvii._

FOOTNOTES:

[278-2] See Milton, page 241.

EARL OF ROCHESTER. 1647-1680.

Angels listen when she speaks: She 's my delight, all mankind's wonder; But my jealous heart would break Should we live one day asunder.

_Song._

Here lies our sovereign lord the king, Whose word no man relies on; He never says a foolish thing, Nor ever does a wise one.

_Written on the Bedchamber Door of Charles II._

And ever since the Conquest have been fools.

_Artemisia in the Town to Chloe in the Country._

For pointed satire I would Buckhurst choose, The best good man with the worst-natured muse.[279-1]

_An allusion to Horace, Satire x.