_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Satire i. Book ii. Line 127._
For I, who hold sage Homer's rule the best, Welcome the coming, speed the going guest.[328-2]
_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Satire ii. Book ii. Line 159._
Give me again my hollow tree, A crust of bread, and liberty.
_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Satire vi. Book ii. Line 220._
Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.
_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epilogue to the Satires. Dialogue i. Line 136._
_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epilogue to the Satires. Dialogue ii. Line 73._
When the brisk minor pants for twenty-one.
_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book i. Line 38._
He 's armed without that 's innocent within.
_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book i. Line 94._
Get place and wealth, if possible, with grace; If not, by any means get wealth and place.[329-1]
_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book i. Line 103._
Above all Greek, above all Roman fame.[329-2]
_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.[329-3]
_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.[329-4]
_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 300._