...years ago. Why did I write? what sin to me unknown Dipp'd me in ink, my parents', or my own? As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came. I left no calling for this idle trade, No duty broke, no father disobey'd. The muse but served to ease...

...worms, so good forms and orders corrupt into a number of petty observances. Bacon. As yet a child, not T /'•'/•-. As you do to others, expect others to do to you. Pr. 20 As you make your bed you must...

...aspiration, " I, too, am a poet." Pope adopts with apparent sincerity the Ovidian phrase, " As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came." His father corrected his early performances, and, when not satisfied, sent him back with the phrase,...

...brilliant moment. Pope, with his customary disregard for literal accuracy, boasted how, when — As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came; for Pope, like Disraeli, was a conscious artist, and the "impromptus " of each never lacked all the...

...eleven and fourteen years ! Such precocity reminds us of Pope's Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot :— " As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came." The verses before us, chiefly of a domestic character, prove a singular aptitude for versifieation....

...his life is in general untrustworthy, there is little exaggeration in his famous profession : As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came. The trend of his youthful genius was moulded by the greater genius of Dryden, for whom he expressed...

...II. L. 55. 18 Why did I write? what sin to me unknown Dipt me in ink, my parents', or my own? As yet ~ Zb(W $? \ Qf ȥS-0d v83 J # .դ q Q4L Px POPE — Prologue to Satires. L. 125. 17 It is the rust we value, not the gold; Authors, like coins,...

...thousand years ago. Why did I write? what sin to me unknown Dipt me in ink, my parents', or my own? As yet nd besides, they shot another flight into the air, as we do bombs in Europe, I left no calling for this idle trade, No duty broke, no father disobey'd. IJO The Muse but serv'd...

...thousand years ago. Why did I write? what sin to me unknown Dipt me in Ink, my parents, or my own? As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came. I left no calling for this idle trade, No duty broke, no father disobey'd. The Muse but serv'd to ease...

...dream. Pastorals and Elegies. Like most poets, Pope early manifested an itch for verse-making : As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, ^ I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came. His Pastorals, published when their author was only twenty years old, have the defects of youth and...