Book iii

. Line 567._

Than Timoleon's arms require, And Tully's curule chair, and Milton's golden lyre.

_Ode. On a Sermon against Glory. Stanza ii._

The man forget not, though in rags he lies, And know the mortal through a crown's disguise.

_Epistle to Curio._

Seeks painted trifles and fantastic toys, And eagerly pursues imaginary joys.

_The Virtuoso. Stanza x._

TOBIAS SMOLLETT. 1721-1771.

Thy spirit, Independence, let me share; Lord of the lion heart and eagle eye, Thy steps I follow with my bosom bare, Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky.

_Ode to Independence._

Thy fatal shafts unerring move, I bow before thine altar, Love!

_Roderick Random. Chap. xl._

Facts are stubborn things.[392-1]

_Translation of Gil Blas.