There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl,

The feast of reason and the flow of soul.

Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Satire i. Book ii. Line 127.

For I, who hold sage Homer's rule the best,

Welcome the coming, speed the going guest.[328:2]

Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Satire ii. Book ii. Line 159.

Give me again my hollow tree,

A crust of bread, and liberty.

Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Satire vi. Book ii. Line 220.

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