Volume Iii Part 161 (1/2)

582. JUV. Sat. vii. 51.

'The curse of writing is an endless itch.'

(Ch. Dryden).

583. VIRG. Georg. iv. 112.

'With his own hand the guardian of the bees, For slips of pines may search the mountain trees, And with wild thyme and sav'ry plant the plain, Till his hard h.o.r.n.y fingers ache with pain; And deck with fruitful trees the fields around, And with refres.h.i.+ng waters drench the ground.'

(Dryden).

584. VIRG. Ecl. x. 42.

'Come see what pleasures in our plains abound; The woods, the fountains, and the flow'ry ground: Here I could live, and love, and die with only you.'

(Dryden).

585. VIRG. Ecl. v. 68.

'The mountain-tops unshorn, the rocks rejoice; The lowly shrubs partake of human voice.'

(Dryden).

586. CIC. de Div.

'The things which employ men's waking thoughts and actions recur to their imaginations in sleep.'

587. PERS. Sat. iii. 30.

'I know thee to thy bottom; from within Thy shallow centre to the utmost skin.'

(Dryden).

588. CICERO.

'You pretend that all kindness and benevolence is founded in weakness.'

589. OVID, Met. viii. 774.