"If but a mile she travel out of town, The planetary hour must first be known, And lucky moment, if her eye but akes, Or itches, its decumbiture she takes."

"Would I had been disposer of thy stars, Thou shouldst have had thy wish, and died in wars."

"Sorceries to raise th’ infernal pow’rs, And sigils framed in planetary hours."

"Such sullen planets at my birth did shine, They threaten every fortune mixt with mine."

"The spiteful stars have shed their venom down, And now the peaceful planets take their turn."

"Unskill’d in schemes by planets to foreshow, I neither will nor can prognosticate To the young gaping heir his father’s fate."

"Live then, thou great encourager of arts! Live ever in our thankful hearts."

"He, full of fraudful arts, This well-invented tale for truth imparts."

"All arts and artists Theseus could command, Who sold for hire, or wrought for better fame."

"What wonder if the kindly beams he shed, Revived the drooping arts again; If science raised her head, And soft humanity, that from rebellion fled."

"The soldier then in Grecian arts unskill’d, Returning rich with plunder from the field, If cups of silver or of gold he brought With jewels set, and exquisitely wrought, To glorious trappings strait the plate he turn’d, And with the glitt’ring spoil his horse adorn’d."

"Their wildness lose, and, quitting nature’s part, Obey the rules and discipline of art."

"The whole division that to Mars pertains, All trades of death that deal in steel for gains, Were there; the butcher, armorer, and smith, Who forges sharpen’d fauchions, or the scythe."

"Grant her, besides, of noble blood that ran In ancient veins, ere heraldry began."

"His son builds on, and never is content Till the last farthing is in structure spent."

"Firm Doric pillars found the solid base, The fair Corinthian crown the higher space, And all below is strength, and all above is grace."

"Let this and every other anxious thought At th’ entrance of my threshold be forgot."

"His pensive cheek upon his hand reclined, And anxious thoughts revolving in his mind."

"Then thus a senior of the place replies, Well read, and curious of antiquities."

"Some on antiquated authors pore; Rummage for sense."

"Perpetual anguish fills his anxious breast, Not stopt by business, nor composed by rest; No music cheers him, nor no feast can please."

"Casting nets were spread in shallow brooks, Drags in the deep, and baits were hung on hooks."

"He, like a patient angler, ere he strook, Would let them play awhile upon the hook."

"If on your head my fury does not turn, Thank that fond dotage which so much you scorn."

"I beg the grace You would lay by those terrors of your face; Till calmness to your eyes you first restore, I am afraid, and I can beg no more."

"When he knew his rival freed and gone, He swells with wrath; he makes outrageous moan: He frets, he fumes, he stares, he stamps the ground, The hollow tow’r with clamours rings around."

"I saw th’ angelic guards from earth ascend, Grieved they must now no longer man attend; The beams about their temples dimly shone; One would have thought the crime had been their own."

"In the sun your golden grain display, And thrash it out and winnow it by day."

"That we may angels seem, we paint them elves, And are but satires to set up ourselves."

"When we behold an angel, not to fear, Is to be impudent."

"Obscure! why prythee what am I? I know My father, grandsire, and great grandsire too: If farther I derive my pedigree, I can but guess beyond the fourth degree. The rest of my forgotten ancestors Were sons of earth."

"From a mean stock the pious Decii came; Yet such their virtues, that their loss alone For Rome and all our regions did atone."

"Auspicious chief! thy race, in times to come, Shall spread the conquests of imperial Rome."

"So bright a splendour, so divine a grace, The glorious Daphnis casts on his illustrious race."

"For if the sire be faint, or out of case, He will be copied in his famish’d race."

"Please thy pride, and search the herald’s roll, Where thou shalt find thy famous pedigree, Drawn from the root of some old Tuscan tree, And thou, a thousand off, a fool of long degree."

"What have I lost by my forefathers’ fault! Why was I not the twentieth by descent From a long restive race of droning kings?"

"Thus, born alike, from virtue first began The diffrence that distinguish’d man from man: He claim’d no title from descent of blood; But that which made him noble, made him good."

"Do then as your progenitors have done, And by their virtues prove yourself their son."

"Long galleries of ancestors Challenge nor wonder or esteem from me: "Virtue alone is true nobility.""

"Vain are their hopes who fancy to inherit, By trees of pedigree, or fame or merit; Though plodding heralds through each branch may trace Old captains and dictators of their race."

"Were virtue by descent, a noble name Could never villanize his father’s fame; But, as the first, the last of all the line Would, like the sun, ev’n in descending, shine."

"Dare to be great without a guilty crown; View it, and lay the bright temptation down: ’Tis base to seize on all."

"Leave to fathom such high points as these, Nor be ambitious, ere the time, to please; Unseasonably wise, till age and cares Have form’d thy soul to manage great affairs."

"To cure their mad ambition, they were sent To rule a distant province, each alone: What could a careful father more have done?"

"Why does Antony dream out his hours, And tempts not fortune for a noble day?"

"With joy th’ ambitious youth his mother heard, And, eager, for the journey soon prepared; He longs the world beneath him to survey, To guide the chariot, and to give the day."

"No toil, no hardship can restrain Ambitious man inured to pain; The more confined, the more he tries, And at forbidden quarry flies."

"O diadem, thou centre of ambition, Where all its different lines are reconciled; As if thou wert the burning glass of glory."

"Too truly Tamerlane’s successors they; Each thinks a world too little for his sway."