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John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.

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John Dryden. (1631–1700) (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 Juno’s unrelenting hate.
          Virgil, Æneid. Line 1.
    And new-laid eggs, which Baucis’ busy care
Turn’d 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 Lee’s Sophonisba.
Note 1.
Our scanty mutton scrags on Fridays, and rather more savoury, but grudging, portions of the same flesh, rotten-roasted or rare, on the Tuesdays.—Charles Lamb: Christ’s Hospital five-and-thirty Years Ago. [back]
Note 2.
See Burton, Quotation 66. [back]
Note 3.
See Davies, Quotation 1. [back]