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TRANSLATIONS OF THE MOTTOS.
No.
1. HOR. Ars Poet. ver. 143.
'One with a flash begins, and ends in smoke; Another out of smoke brings glorious light, And (without raising expectation high) Surprises us with dazzling miracles.'
(Roscommon).
2. JUV. Sat. vii. 167.
'Six more, at least, join their consenting voice.'
3. LUCR. 1. iv. 959.
'--What studies please, what most delight, And fill men's thoughts, they dream them o'er at night.'
(Creech).
4. HOR. 2 Sat. vi. 58.
'One of uncommon silence and reserve.'
5. HOR. Ars Poet. ver. 5.
'Admitted to the sight, would you not laugh?'
6. JUV. Sat. xiii. 54.
' 'Twas impious then (so much was age revered) For youth to keep their seats when an old man appear'd.'
7. HOR. 2 Ep. ii. 208.
'Visions and magic spells can you despise, And laugh at witches, ghosts, and prodigies?'
8. VIRG. aen. i. 415.
'They march obscure, for Venus kindly shrouds With mists their persons, and involves in clouds.'
(Dryden).
9. JUV. Sat. xv. 163.
'Tiger with tiger, bear with bear, you'll find In leagues offensive and defensive join'd.'
(Tate).
10. VIRG. Georg. i. 201.
'So the boat's brawny crew the current stem, And, slow advancing, struggle with the stream: But if they slack their hands, or cease to strive, Then down the flood with headlong haste they drive.'
(Dryden).
11. JUV. Sat. ii. 63.
'The doves are censured, while the crows are spared.'
12. PERS. Sat. v. 92.
'I root th' old woman from thy trembling heart.'
13. MART.
'Were you a lion, how would you behave?'
14. OVID, Met. iv. 590.
'Wretch that thou art! put off this monstrous shape.'