Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel?
Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 307.
Eternal smiles his emptiness betray,
As shallow streams run dimpling all the way.
Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 315.
Wit that can creep, and pride that licks the dust.
Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 333.
That not in fancy's maze he wander'd long,
But stoop'd to truth, and moraliz'd his song.[328:1]
Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 340.