"The Master said, [...] "Hold faithfulness and sincerity as first principles." [...] "Have no friends not equal to yourself." [...] "When you have faults, do not fear to abandon them.""

"Give me but one hour of SCOTLAND, Let me see it ere I die."

"There is yet one place of shelter, Where the foeman cannot come, Where the summons never sounded Of the trumpet or the drum. There again we'll meet our children, Who, on Flodden's trampled sod, For their king and for their country Rendered up their souls to God. There shall we find rest and refuge, With our dear departed brave; And the ashes of the city Be our universal grave!"

"Fhairshon had a son, Who married Noah's daughter, And nearly spoiled ta Flood, By drinking up the water. Which he would have done, I at least pelieve it, Had the mixture been Only half Glenlivet."

"His Translation is pretty near to the Original; tho' not so close, as [its] Brevity would make one imagine; and it sufficiently appears that he had a right Taste of Poetry in general, and of Virgil's in particular. He shews a true Spirit; and in many Places is very beautiful."

"The late Earl of Lauderdale sent me over his new translation of the Æneis, which he had ended before I ingag'd in the same design. Neither did I then intend it; but, some proposals being afterwards made me by my bookseller, I desir'd his Lordship's leave that I might accept them, which he freely granted; and I have his letter to shew for that permission. He resolv'd to have printed his work; which he might have done two years before I could publish mine; and had perform'd it, if death had not prevented him. But having his manuscript in my hands, I consulted it as often as I doubted of my author's sense; for no man understood Virgil better than that learned nobleman. His friends, I hear, have yet another and more correct copy of that translation by them, which had they pleas'd to have given the public, the judges must have been convic'd that I have not flatter'd him. Besides this help, which was not inconsiderable, ..."

"Infernal Gods, who rule the Shades below, Chaos and Phlegethon, ye Realms of Woe, Grant what I've heard I may to light expose, Secrets which Earth, and Night, and Hell inclose."

"The names alone of Vicars and Ogilby (the latter of whom has equally violated the Muse of Homer and of Virgil) will supersede the necessity of any further notice of their performances: but the work of Lord Lauderdale is of a much higher character, and is entitled to considerable respect. Though finished before Dryden commenced his Virgilian undertaking, its publication was subsequent to that great man's; and did not take place till after the decease of its noble author, when it was offered to his memory by the just regard of his family. Dryden, to whom it was communicated in MS. by Lord Lauderdale, availed himself very largely of its beauties; having transplanted from it not fewer than three hundred and seventy entire verses into his own page, beside more than double that number, which he has made his own at the expense of no very laborious variation."

"Pray for wet Summers, Winters wanting Rain."

"Begin, sweet Babe, with smiles thy Mother know."

"Various Arts by study might be wrought Up to their height."

"O Divine Poet, me thy Verses please More than soft slumber laid in quiet ease."

"Whence Men, a hard Race, sprung."

"Then Arts began; fierce toyl through all things breaks, And urgent Want strange Projects undertakes."

"Ah, by what Fates Hath he been toss'd? what Battles he relates! Were I not fix'd, did not my changeless Vow All thoughts of second Marriage dis-allow, Since my first Love by Death deceiv'd me... I had perhaps with this one Crime comply'd."

"Ambush'd in grass, a deadly Serpent lyes."

"Now fields are green, and trees bear silver buds."

"Arcadians both, in youth both flourishing, Both match'd to sing, to answer both prepar'd."

"Now know I what Love is."

"Thus every one pursue their own delights."

"Each thing by Destiny So hastens to grow worse, and backward goes; As one against a stream his Vessel rowes, Who if by chance his arm a little slack, The Boat in the swift Chanel hurries back."

"Fear speaks degenerate minds."

"I feel the Sparks of my old Flame revive."

"The hope of my poor Flock."

"Great things to compare with Small."

"That prudent Hero's wandering, Muse, rehearse, Who (Troy b'ing sack'd) coasting the Universe, Saw many Cities, and their various Modes; Much suffering, tost by Storms on raging Floods, His Friends conducting to their Native Coast: But all in vain, for he his Navy lost, And they their Lives, prophanely feasting on Herds consecrated to the glorious Sun; Who much incens'd obstructed so their way, They ne'er return'd: Jove's Daughter this display."

"Mean time the Queen wounded with deep desire, Bleeds inward, and consumes in hidden Fire."

"Britany, from all the World disjoyn'd."

"When they and Venus to his cottage came, For lust-rewards prefer'd the Cyprian dame."

"Then in a chair, with a rich cushion grac'd And a carv'd foot-stool, he Minerva plac'd. There 'gainst a column sets her lance, where stood Ulysses' javelins, planted like a wood."

"But may the Earth first swallow me alive, Or Jove's dire Thunder sink me down to Hell, Where Shades, pale Shades, of Night eternal dwell, E're I with Shame, and those dear Ties dispense: He who my first Love had, hath born it hence, And in his Grave for ever let it rest."

"What strange Dreams disturb my rest?"

"Why prattle we like children at their play, Spending thus idle breath, enough to freight An able vessel of the primer rate? Our tongues are voluble, and store of words Invention on all arguments affords, Scatter'd on fresh occasions here and there, And what thou say'st thou shalt from others hear. Let us no longer vainly thus contend, Like fenceless women, railing to no end."

"Go, raise great Troy by prowess to the Skies."

"May you live happy, you whose Woes are done. Stern Fates, to Fates more cruel, us constrain."

"A horrid Monster, huge, deform'd, and blind."

"Who, dearest daughter! thus unkindly used, And like a malefactor thee abused? She sighing then replied; Juno thy wife, Who still foments contention here and strife."

"There had his flesh been rent, fractur'd his bones, 'Mongst rowling pebbles, and sharp pointed stones."

"At last a pleasant river's mouth he finds, Free from rough clifts, safe from disturbing winds."

"Dear Father, get upon my shoulders streight, Nor shall your Burthen be to me a Weight. What ever chance, one common Danger we Shall equal share, to both one safety be: I shall Ascanius my Companion chuse; My Wife must follow, but some distance use."

"Ascanius did embrace My hand, and follow'd with no equal pace."

"First the Gods adore."

"Sweet Youth, in Colour no such trust repose."

"A Prophetess inspir'd thou shalt behold Down in a Cave, who long hath Fate foretold; Which writ in Leaves, the Maid in order puts, And to secure, in hollow Marble shuts. They keep their Stations just as she design'd: But the Door op'ning, with the smallest Wind, The slender leaves do every way disperse."

"Suffer thou with patience this delay."

"On high Backs mounted of the swelling Flood, At Heaven we tilt, then suddenly we fell, Watry Foundations sinking low as Hell."

"Like a burnt stake, half stuck upon his shield; The other half lay broken in the field."