Dipped in dews of Castalie. Cf. T. Heywood’s,
‘And Jonson, though his learned pen
Was dipt in Castaly, is still but Ben.’
The most beautiful of all the Greek tragedies. Sophocles’s Philoctetes.
As I walked about. Defoe’s Robinson Crusoe, Part I. p. 125, ed. G. A. Aitken.
[15]. Give an echo. Twelfth Night, II. 4.
Our poesy. Timon of Athens, I. 1. [‘Which oozes.’]
[16]. All plumed like ostriches. Adapted from the First Part of King Henry IV., IV. 1. [‘As full of spirit as the month of May.’]
If we fly into the uttermost parts of the earth. Cf. Psalms, cxxxix. 9–11.
[18]. Pope Anastasius the Sixth. Inferno, XI.