And first, by dint of her divinity,
Divided that one whole infinity,
Then cull’d the very smallest particle,
And shaped therefrom that worthless article,
That tiny evanescent dole,
Which serves for Dicky Dapper’s soul.
Horace says, dulce est desipere.
The stanza with which this line commences, is a liberal, but so far as respects meaning, a faithful translation of the famous maxim, Dulce est desipere in loco.—Horace L. iv. C. 12.