"Above all Greek, above all Roman fame."

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."

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."

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."

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

"Praise undeserv'd is scandal in disguise."

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."

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. 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."

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."

The Dunciad. Book iii. Line 158.

"Silence, ye wolves! while Ralph to Cynthia howls, And makes night hideous;--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."

The Dunciad. Book iii. Line 263.

"A wit with dunces, and a dunce with wits."

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. Book iv. Line 614.

"Religion blushing, veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires. Nor public flame nor private dares to shine; Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine! Lo! thy dread empire Chaos is restor'd, Light dies before thy uncreating word; Thy hand, great Anarch, lets the curtain fall, And universal darkness buries all."

The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 649.

"Heaven first taught letters for some wretch's aid, Some banish'd lover, or some captive maid."

Eloisa to Abelard. Line 51.

"Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul, And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole."

Eloisa to Abelard. Line 57.

"And truths divine came mended from that tongue."

Eloisa to Abelard. Line 66.

"Curse on all laws but those which love has made! Love, free as air at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies."

Eloisa to Abelard. Line 74.

"And love the offender, yet detest the offence."

Eloisa to Abelard. Line 192.

"How happy is the blameless vestal's lot! The world forgetting, by the world forgot."

Eloisa to Abelard. Line 207.

"One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight; Priests, tapers, temples, swim before my sight."

Eloisa to Abelard. Line 273.

"See my lips tremble and my eyeballs roll, Suck my last breath, and catch my flying soul."

Eloisa to Abelard. Line 323.

"He best can paint them who shall feel them most."

Eloisa to Abelard. Last line.