Now night descending, the proud scene was o'er,

But lived in Settle's numbers one day more.

The Dunciad. Book i. Line 89.

While pensive poets painful vigils keep,

Sleepless themselves to give their readers sleep.

The Dunciad. Book i. Line 93.

Next o'er his books his eyes begin to roll,

In pleasing memory of all he stole.

The Dunciad. Book i. Line 127.

Or where the pictures for the page atone,