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. Line 220._

Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.

_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epilogue to the Satires. Dialogue i. Line 136._

To Berkeley every virtue under heaven.

_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epilogue to the Satires. Dialogue ii. Line 73._

When the brisk minor pants for twenty-one.

_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book i . Line 38._

He 's armed without that 's innocent within.

_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book i . Line 94._

Get place and wealth, if possible, with grace; If not, by any means get wealth and place.[329-1]

_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book i . Line 103._

Above all Greek, above all Roman fame.[329-2]

_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii . Line 26._

Authors, like coins, grow dear as they grow old.

_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii . Line 35._

The mob of gentlemen who wrote with ease.

_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii . Line 108._

One simile that solitary shines In the dry desert of a thousand lines.

_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii . Line 111._

Then marble soften'd into life grew warm, And yielding, soft metal flow'd to human form.[329-3]

_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii . Line 147._

Who says in verse what others say in prose.

_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii . Line 202._

Waller was smooth; but Dryden taught to join The varying verse, the full resounding line, The long majestic march, and energy divine.

_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii . Line 267._

E'en copious Dryden wanted or forgot The last and greatest art,--the art to blot.

_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii . Line 280._

Who pants for glory finds but short repose: A breath revives him, or a breath o'erthrows.[329-4]

_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii . Line 300._

There still remains to mortify a wit The many-headed monster of the pit.[329-5]

_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii . Line 304._

Praise undeserv'd is scandal in disguise.[330-1]

_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii . Line 413._

Years following years steal something every day; At last they steal us from ourselves away.

_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle ii. Book ii . Line 72._

The vulgar boil, the learned roast, an egg.

_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle ii. Book ii . Line 85._

Words that wise Bacon or brave Raleigh spoke.

_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle ii. Book ii . Line 168._

Grac'd as thou art with all the power of words, So known, so honour'd at the House of Lords.[330-2]

_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle vi. Book i . To Mr. Murray._

Vain was the chief's the sage's pride! They had no poet, and they died.

_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Odes.