|Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocotts Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.|
|Painters and poets have been still allowd|
Their pencils, and their fancies unconfined.
Roscommon.Horaces Art of Poetry, Line 10.
|Painters and poets our indulgence claim,|
Their daring equal, and their art the same.
Francis Horace.Art of Poetry, Line 11.
|Painters and poets never should be fat,|
Sons of Apollo listen well to that.
|No man can be a poet|
That is not a good cook, to know the palates,
And several tastes of the time.
Ben Jonson.The Staple of News, Act III. Scene 1.
|They both are born artificers, not made.|
Ben Jonson.Discoveries. Poeta nascitur, non fit.
|They are not born every year as an alderman.|
Ben Jonson.Every man in his humour, Act V. Scene last.
| [Taylor, the Water Poet, seems to have found a correct copy of some old Latin verses which he thus gives:|
Consules flunt quotannis, et novi proconsules,
Solus aut rex aut poeta non quotannis nascitur.
|which are usually attributed to one Florus:Consuls are made every year, and new proconsuls, only a king or a poet is not born every year. See Mr. W. Giffords edition of Jonson.]|| 8|
|A poet no industry can make if his own genius be not carried into it; and therefore it is an old proverb, orator fit; Poeta nascitur.|
Sidney.An Apology for Poetry. (Arbers reprint, 62.)
|Widely extensive is the poets aim,|
And in each verse he draws a bill on fame.
Lady Winchelsea.To Pope.
|Though tis a fate thats pretty sure,|
If born a poet to be poor;
Id rather be a bard by birth,
Than live the richest dunce on earth.
Anonymous.Collets Relics of Lit. 234.
|Poets of the air.|
Longfellow.Walter Von Der Vogelweld, V. 5.
|Who live on fancy, and can feed on air.|
Gay.Epi. VII. Line XX.
| With wild variety|
Draw boars in waves, and dolphins in a wood.
Roscommon.Art of Poetry.
|Spare the poet for his subjects sake.|
Cowper.Charity, last line.
|There is a pleasure in poetic pains,|
Which only poets know.
Cowper.The Task, Bk. II. Line 285.
|They best can judge a poets worth,|
Who oft themselves have known
The pangs of a poetic birth
By labours of their own.
Cowper.To Dr. Darwin.
|Three poets, in three distant ages born,|
Greece, Italy, and England did adorn.
The first in loftiness of thought surpassd;
The next, in majesty; in both, the last.
The force of nature could no further go;
To make a third, she joind the former two.
Dryden.Lines under Miltons Picture.
|Ages elapsed ere Homers lamp appeard,|
And ages ere the Mantuan swan was heard;
To carry nature lengths unknown before,
To give a Milton birth, askd ages more.
Cowper.Table Talk, Line 557.