Who but must laugh, if such a man there be?

Who would not weep, if Atticus were he?

Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 213.

"On wings of winds came flying all abroad."[327:5]

Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 218.

Cursed be the verse, how well so e'er it flow,

That tends to make one worthy man my foe.

Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 283.

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Satire or sense, alas! can Sporus feel?