Mrs. Trench, in a letter, Feb. 18, 1816, writes: "Lord —— is going to marry Lady ——, a fat, fair, and fifty card-playing resident of the Crescent."
[275:3] Quos læserunt et oderunt (Whom they have injured they also hate).—Seneca: De Ira, lib. ii. cap. 33.
Proprium humani ingenii est odisse quem læseris (It belongs to human nature to hate those you have injured).—Tacitus: Agricola, 42. 4.
Chi fa ingiuria non perdona mai (He never pardons those he injures).—Italian Proverb.
[276:1] There are not eight finer lines in Lucretius.—Macaulay: History of England, chap. xviii.
[276:2] Whatever is, is right.—Pope: Essay on Man, epistle i. line 289.
[276:3] A green old age unconscious of decay.—Pope: The Iliad, book xxiii. line 929.
There is a pleasure in poetic pains.
Which only poets know.