The Spectator Volume Iii Part 163

609. JUV. Sat. i. 86.

'The miscellaneous subjects of my book.'

610. SENECA.

'Thus, when my fleeting days, at last, Unheeded, silently, are past, Calmly I shall resign my breath, In life unknown, forgot in death: While he, o'ertaken unprepared, Finds death an evil to be fear'd, Who dies, to others too much known, A stranger to himself alone.'

611. VIRG. aen. iv. 366.

'Perfidious man! thy parent was a rock, And fierce Hyrcanian tigers gave thee suck.'

612. VIRG. aen. xii. 529.

'Murra.n.u.s, boasting of his blood, that springs From a long royal race of Latin kings, Is by the Trojan from his chariot thrown, Crush'd with the weight of an unwieldy stone.'

(Dryden).

613. VIRG. Georg. iv. 564.

'Affecting studies of less noisy praise.'

(Dryden).

614. VIRG. aen. iv. 15.

'Were I not resolved against the yoke Of hapless marriage; never to be cursed With second love, so fatal was the first, To this one error I might yield again.'

(Dryden).

615. HOR. 4 Od. ix. 47.

'Who spend their treasure freely, as 'twas given By the large bounty of indulgent Heaven: Who in a fixt unalterable state Smile at the doubtful tide of fate, And scorn alike her friendship and her hate: Who poison less than falsehood fear, Loath to purchase life so dear; But kindly for their friend embrace cold death, And seal their country's love with their departing breath.'

(Stepney).

616. MART. Epig. i. 10.

'A pretty fellow is but half a man.'

617. PER. Sat. i. 99.

'Their crooked horns the Mimallonian crew With blasts inspired; and Ra.s.saris, who slew The scornful calf, with sword advanced on high, Made from his neck his haughty head to fly.

And Maenas, when, with ivy-bridles bound, She led the spotted lynx, then Evion rang around, Evion from woods and floods repeating Echo's sound.'

(Dryden).

618. HOR. 1 Sat. iv. 40.

' 'Tis not enough the measured feet to close: Nor will you give a poet's name to those Whose humble verse, like mine, approaches prose.'

619. VIRG. Georg. ii. 369.

'Exert a rigorous sway, And lop the too luxuriant boughs away.'

620. VIRG. aen. vi. 791.

'Behold the promised chief!'

621. LUCAN, ix. 11.

'Now to the blest abode, with wonder fill'd, The sun and moving planets he beheld; Then, looking down on the sun's feeble ray, Survey'd our dusky, faint, imperfect day, And under what a cloud of night we lay.'

(Rowe).

622. HOR. 1 Ep. xviii. 103.

'A safe private quiet, which betrays Itself to ease, and cheats away the days.'

(Pooley).