The last and greatest art,—the art to blot.

Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 280.

Who pants for glory finds but short repose:

A breath revives him, or a breath o'erthrows.[329:4]

Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 300.

There still remains to mortify a wit

The many-headed monster of the pit.[329:5]

Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 304.

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Praise undeserv'd is scandal in disguise.[330:1]