Book iv
. Ode 9._
Nature and Nature's laws lay hid in night: God said, "Let Newton be!" and all was light.
_Epitaph intended for Sir Isaac Newton._
Ye Gods! annihilate but space and time, And make two lovers happy.
_Martinus Scriblerus on the Art of Sinking in Poetry. Chap. xi._
O thou! whatever title please thine ear, Dean, Drapier, Bickerstaff, or Gulliver! Whether thou choose Cervantes' serious air, Or laugh and shake in Rabelais' easy-chair.
_The Dunciad. Book i . Line 19._
Poetic Justice, with her lifted scale, Where in nice balance truth with gold she weighs, And solid pudding against empty praise.
_The Dunciad. Book i . Line 52._
Now night descending, the proud scene was o'er, But lived in Settle's numbers one day more.
_The Dunciad. Book i . Line 89._
While pensive poets painful vigils keep, Sleepless themselves to give their readers sleep.
_The Dunciad. Book i . Line 93._
Next o'er his books his eyes begin to roll, In pleasing memory of all he stole.
_The Dunciad. Book i . Line 127._
Or where the pictures for the page atone, And Quarles is sav'd by beauties not his own.
_The Dunciad. Book i . Line 139._
How index-learning turns no student pale, Yet holds the eel of science by the tail.
_The Dunciad. Book i . Line 279._
And gentle Dulness ever loves a joke.
_The Dunciad. Book ii . Line 34._
Another, yet the same.[331-1]
_The Dunciad. Book iii . Line 90._
Till Peter's keys some christen'd Jove adorn, And Pan to Moses lends his pagan horn.
_The Dunciad. Book iii . Line 109._
All crowd, who foremost shall be damn'd to fame.[331-2]
_The Dunciad. Book iii . Line 158._
Silence, ye wolves! while Ralph to Cynthia howls, And makes night hideous;[331-3]--answer him, ye owls!
_The Dunciad. Book iii . Line 165._
And proud his mistress' order to perform, Rides in the whirlwind and directs the storm.[331-4]
_The Dunciad. Book iii . Line 263._
A wit with dunces, and a dunce with wits.[331-5]
_The Dunciad. Book iv . Line 90._
How sweet an Ovid, Murray was our boast!
_The Dunciad. Book iv . Line 169._
The right divine of kings to govern wrong.
_The Dunciad. Book iv . Line 188._
Stuff the head With all such reading as was never read: For thee explain a thing till all men doubt it, And write about it, goddess, and about it.
_The Dunciad. Book iv . Line 249._
To happy convents bosom'd deep in vines, Where slumber abbots purple as their wines.
_The Dunciad. Book iv . Line 301._
Led by my hand, he saunter'd Europe round, And gather'd every vice on Christian ground.
_The Dunciad. Book iv . Line 311._
Judicious drank, and greatly daring din'd.
_The Dunciad. Book iv . Line 318._
Stretch'd on the rack of a too easy chair, And heard thy everlasting yawn confess The pains and penalties of idleness.
_The Dunciad. Book iv . Line 342._
E'en Palinurus nodded at the helm.
_The Dunciad.