[156]: Une femme de chambre sous Louis XIV, dit Courier, écrivait mieux que le plus grand écrivain d'aujourd'hui.
[157]: Mr Walsh used to encourage me much, and used to tell me, that there was one way left of excelling; for though we had several great poets, we never had any one great poet that was correct; and desired me to make that my study and my aim.
[158]: 1709.
[159]: Tye-wig.
[160]: In my politics, I think no further than how to preserve the peace of my life, in any government under which I live; nor in my religion, than to preserve the peace of my conscience in any church with which I communicate. I hope all churches and governments are so far of God as they are rightly understood and rightly administered; and where they are or may be wrong, I leave it to God alone to mend and reform them. (Lettre à Atterbury, 1717.)
[161]: Vale, unice.
In these lone walls (their days' eternal bound)
These moss-grown domes with spiry turrets crowned,
Where awful arches make a noon-day night,
And the dim windows shed a solemn light.
The wand'ring streams that shine between the hills,
The grots that echo to the tinkling rills,
The dying gales that pant upon the trees,
The lakes that quiver to the curling breeze.