Alas! how changed. Moral Essays, Epistle III. 305–8.
Why did I write? Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot, 125–146.
Oh, lasting as those colours. Epistle to Mr. Jervas, 63–78.
[79]. Who have eyes, but they see not. Psalm, CXV. 5, etc.
I lisp’d in numbers. Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot, 128.
Et quum conabar scribere, versus erat. Ovid, Trist., IV. x. 25–26.
‘Sponte sua numeros carmen veniebat ad aptos;
Et quod tentabam dicere, versus erat.’
[80]. Besides these jolly birds. The Hind and the Panther, III. 991–1025. [‘Whose crops impure.’]
[81]. The jolly God. Alexander’s Feast, or the power of music: A song in honour of St. Cecilia’s Day 1697, 49–52. A few phrases from this criticism were used in the Essay on Mr. Wordsworth, The Spirit of the Age (vol. IV. p. 276).