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What dire offence from amorous causes springs! What mighty contests rise from trivial things!
_The Rape of the Lock. Canto i. Line 1._
And all Arabia breathes from yonder box.
_The Rape of the Lock. Canto i. Line 134._
On her white breast a sparkling cross she wore Which Jews might kiss, and infidels adore.
_The Rape of the Lock. Canto ii. Line 7._
If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you 'll forget them all.
_The Rape of the Lock. Canto ii. Line 17._
Fair tresses man's imperial race insnare, And beauty draws us with a single hair.[326-1]
_The Rape of the Lock. Canto ii. Line 27._
Here thou, great Anna! whom three realms obey, Dost sometimes counsel take--and sometimes tea.
_The Rape of the Lock. Canto iii. Line 7._
At every word a reputation dies.
_The Rape of the Lock. Canto iii. Line 16._
The hungry judges soon the sentence sign, And wretches hang that jurymen may dine.
_The Rape of the Lock. Canto iii. Line 21._
Coffee, which makes the politician wise, And see through all things with his half-shut eyes.
_The Rape of the Lock. Canto iii. Line 117._
The meeting points the sacred hair dissever From the fair head, forever, and forever!
_The Rape of the Lock. Canto iii. Line 153._
Sir Plume, of amber snuff-box justly vain, And the nice conduct of a clouded cane.
_The Rape of the Lock. Canto iv. Line 123._
Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.
_The Rape of the Lock. Canto v. Line 34._
Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigued, I said; Tie up the knocker! say I 'm sick, I 'm dead.
_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 1._
Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land.
_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 5._
E'en Sunday shines no Sabbath day to me.
_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 12._
Is there a parson much bemused in beer, A maudlin poetess, a rhyming peer, A clerk foredoom'd his father's soul to cross, Who pens a stanza when he should engross?
_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 15._
Friend to my life, which did not you prolong, The world had wanted many an idle song.
_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 27._
Obliged by hunger and request of friends.
_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 44._
Fired that the house rejects him, "'Sdeath! I 'll print it, And shame the fools."
_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 61._
No creature smarts so little as a fool.
_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 84._
Destroy his fib or sophistry--in vain! The creature 's at his dirty work again.
_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 91._
As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came.
_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 127._
Pretty! in amber to observe the forms Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms![327-1] The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare, But wonder how the devil they got there.
_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 169._
Means not, but blunders round about a meaning; And he whose fustian 's so sublimely bad, It is not poetry, but prose run mad.
_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 186._
Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne.[327-2]
_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 197._
Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering teach the rest to sneer;[327-3] Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault, and hesitate dislike.
_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 201._
By flatterers besieg'd, And so obliging that he ne'er oblig'd; Like Cato, give his little senate laws,[327-4] And sit attentive to his own applause.
_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 207._
Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he?
_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 213._
"On wings of winds came flying all abroad."[327-5]
_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 218._
Cursed be the verse, how well so e'er it flow, That tends to make one worthy man my foe.
_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 283._
Satire or sense, alas! can Sporus feel? Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel?
_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 307._
Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way.
_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 315._
Wit that can creep, and pride that licks the dust.
_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 333._
That not in fancy's maze he wander'd long, But stoop'd to truth, and moraliz'd his song.[328-1]
_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 340._
Me let the tender office long engage To rock the cradle of reposing age; With lenient arts extend a mother's breath, Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death; Explore the thought, explain the asking eye, And keep awhile one parent from the sky.
_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 408._
Lord Fanny spins a thousand such a day.
_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Satire i. Book ii . Line 6._
Satire 's my weapon, but I 'm too discreet To run amuck, and tilt at all I meet.
_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Satire i.