|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|John Dryden. (16311700) (continued)|
| Not heaven itself upon the past has power;|
But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.
| Imitation of Horace. Book iii. Ode 29, Line 71.|
| I can enjoy her while she s kind;|
But when she dances in the wind,
And shakes the wings and will not stay,
I puff the prostitute away.
| Imitation of Horace. Book iii. Ode 29, Line 81.|
| And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.|
| Imitation of Horace. Book iii. Ode 29, Line 87.|
| Arms and the man I sing, who, forced by fate|
And haughty Junos unrelenting hate.
| Virgil, Æneid. Line 1.|
| And new-laid eggs, which Baucis busy care|
Turnd by a gentle fire and roasted rare. 1
| Ovid, Metamorphoses, Book viii. Baucis and Philemon, Line 97.|
| Ill habits gather by unseen degrees,|
As brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.
| Book xv. The Worship of Æsculapius, Line 155.|
| She knows her man, and when you rant and swear,|
Can draw you to her with a single hair. 2
| Persius. Satire v. Line 246.|
| Look round the habitable world: how few|
Know their own good, or knowing it, pursue.
| Juvenal. Satire x.|
| Our souls sit close and silently within,|
And their own web from their own entrails spin;
And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such,
That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch. 3
| Mariage à la Mode. Act ii. Sc. 1.|
| Thespis, the first professor of our art,|
At country wakes sung ballads from a cart.
| Prologue to Lees Sophonisba.|