FOOTNOTES
Reading edition
"His bushy beard, and shoe-strings green, His high-crown'd hat, and satin doublet, Mov'd the stout heart of England's queen, Though Pope and Spaniard could not trouble it."—Gray.
"Shall the prosperity of a pardon still Secure thy railing rhymes, infamous Gill?"
Nam genus, et proavos, et quæ non fecimus ipsi, Vix ea nostra voco.—Metamor. lib. 13. v. 140. For birth, and rank, and what our own good powers Have earned us not, I scarcely call them ours.
"—— Apoplexy cramm'd intemperance knocks Down to the ground at once, as butcher felleth ox;"—
"Hic locus est, quem, si verbis audacia detur, Haud timeam magni dixisse Palatia cœli." Lib. i. v. 175.
"This glorious roofe I would not doubt to call, Had I but boldness giv'n me, Heaven's White-Hall"
'We curse not wine—the vile excess we blame.'"
'I'll meet thee there!'