THE RAPE OF THE LOCK. What dire offence from amorous causes springs, What mighty contests rise from trivial things. Canto i. Line 1. And all Arabia breathes from yonder box. Canto i. Line 134. On her white breast a sparkling cross she wore, If to her share some female errors fall, Fair tresses man's imperial race insnare, Canto ii. Line 27. Here thou, great Anna! whom three realms obey, Dost sometimes counsel take- and sometimes Canto iii. Line 7. tea. At every word a reputation dies. Canto iii. Line 16. The hungry judges soon the sentence sign, Coffee, which makes the politician wise, The meeting points the sacred hair dissever 1 Compare Dryden, Persius, Satire i. Rape of the Lock continued.] Sir Plume, of amber snuff-box justly vain, And the nice conduct of a clouded cane. Canto iv. Line 123. Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul. Canto v. Line 34. EPISTLE TO DR. ARBUTHNOT. PROLOGUE TO THE SATIRES. Shut, shut the door, good John ! fatigu'd, I said; Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. Line I. Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land. Line 5. E'en Sunday shines no sabbath day to me. Line 12. Is there a parson much bemus'd in beer, Friend to my life, which did not you prolong, The world had wanted many an idle song. Line 27. Oblig'd by hunger and request of friends. Line 44. [Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot continued. Fir'd that the house rejects him, "'Sdeath! I'll print it, And shame the fools." Line 61. No creature smarts so little as a fool. Line 84. Destroy his fib, or sophistry—in vain! As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came. Pretty! in amber to observe the forms Line 127. Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms! The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare, But wonder how the devil they got there. Line 169. Means not, but blunders round about a meaning; Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, P. Fletcher, The Purple Island. Canto vii. Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot continued.] By flatterers besieg'd, And so obliging that he ne'er oblig'd; Line 207. Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he? Line 213. Curst be the verse, how well soe'er it flow, Satire or sense, alas! can Sporus feel? Line 307. Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, Wit that can creep, and pride that licks the dust. That not in fancy's maze he wander'd long, Me, let the tender office long engage To rock the cradle of reposing age, Line 340. 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. Line 408. 1 See Spenser, Faerie Queene, Introd. St. 1. SATIRES, EPISTLES, AND ODES OF HORACE. Lord-Fanny spins a thousand such a day. Satire i. Book ii. Line 6. Satire's my weapon, but I'm too discreet Satire i. Book ii. Line 69. But touch me, and no minister so sore; There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl, Satire i. Book ii. Line 127. Bare the mean heart that lurks behind a star. Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame. Epilogue to the Satires. Dialogue i. Line 136. To Berkeley every virtue under heaven. Epilogue to the Satires. Dialogue ii. Line 73. When the brisk minor pants for twenty-one. Epistle i. Book i. Line 38. 1 Compare The Odyssey, Book xv. Line 84. |