* Poeta nascitur, non fit, 398.

Quid facies, facies Veneris, &c., 18. 161.

Quid levius calamo? 301. 402.

Rex erat Elizabeth, sed erat Regina Jacobus, 421.

Sat cito, si sat bene, 137.

* Sir John once said a good thing, 301.

* Sometimes, indeed, an acre's breadth half green, 301.

* The clanging trumpet sounds to arms, 301.

The knights are dust, 301. 402.

The spire whose silent finger points to heaven, 9. 85. 184.