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]