Stout once a month they march, a blustering band,
And ever but in times of need at hand.
Cymon and Iphigenia. Line 400.
Of seeming arms to make a short essay,
Then hasten to be drunk,—the business of the day.
Cymon and Iphigenia. Line 407.
Happy who in his verse can gently steer
From grave to light, from pleasant to severe.[273:2]
The Art of Poetry. Canto i. Line 75.
Happy the man, and happy he alone,