How sweet an Ovid, Murray was our boast!
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744)
-- The Dunciad, Book iv, Line 169
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744)
-- The Dunciad, Book iv, Line 169
Related:
- A wit with dunces, and a dunce with wits.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744)
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The Dunciad, Book iv, Line... - E'en Palinurus nodded at the helm.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744)
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The Dunciad, Book iv, Line... - Judicious drank, and greatly daring din'd.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744)
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The Dunciad, Book iv, Line... - The right divine of kings to govern wrong.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744)
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The Dunciad, Book iv, Line... - Led by my hand, he saunter'd Europe round,
And gather'd every vice on Christian ground.
Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Dunciad, Book iv... - To happy convents bosom'd deep in vines,
Where slumber abbots purple as their wines.
Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Dunciad, Book iv... - How index-learning turns no student pale,
Yet holds the eel of science by the tail.
Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Dunciad, Book i... - No season now for calm familiar talk.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744)
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The Iliad of Homer, Book xxii, Line... - Stuff the head
With all such reading as was never read:
For thee explain a thing till all men doubt it, And...
