“Si non ingenter oribus domus alta superbis Mane sa@atame totis vomit Eedibus uridam:” 

And the four next lines; are they not just like Martial?  In the following he is as much Claudian”

“Illum non populi fasces, non purpura regum
Flexit, et infidos agitans discordia fratres;
Aut conjurato descendens Dacus ab Istro.”

Then who are these like?

“nec ferrea jura, insanumque forum,
aut populi tabularia vidit. 
Sollicitant alii remis freta ceca, ruuntque
In ferrum, penetrant aulas et limina regum. 
Hic petit excidiis urbem miseresque Penates,
Ut gemma, bibat, et Sarrano indormiat ostro.”

Don’t they seem to be Juvenal’s?-There are some more, which to me resemble, Horace; but perhaps I think so from his having some on a parallel subject.  Tell me if I am mistaken; these are they: 

“Interea dulces pendent eircum oscula nati: 
Casta pudicitiam servat domus-”

inclusively to the end of these: 

“Hanc olim veteres vitam colti`ere Sabini
Hanc Remus et frater:  sic fortis Etruria crevit,
Scilicet et retum facta est pulcherrima Roma.”

If the imagination is whimsical; well at least, ’tis like me to have imagined it.  Adieu, child!  We leave Bologna to-morrow.  You know ’tis the third city in Italy for pictures:  knowing that, you know all.  We shall be three days crossing the Apennine to Florence:  would it were over!

My dear West, I am yours from St. Peter’s to St. Paul’s!

(177) Edmund Curll, the well-known bookseller.  The letters between Pope and many of his friends falling into Curll’s hands, they were by him printed and sold.  As the volume contained some letters from noblemen, Pope incited a prosecution against him in the House of Lords for breach of privilege; but, when the orders of the House were examined, none of them appeared to have been infringed:  Curll went away triumphant, and Pope was left to seek some other remedy.-E.

(178) The Epitaph on the outside of the wall of the church of St. Proculo-

Si procul `a Proculo Proculi campana fuisset, Jam procul `a Proculo Proculus ipse foret.  A.D. 1392.

142 Letter 16 To Richard West, Esq.  Florence, Jan. 24, 1740, N. S.

Dear West, I don’t know what volumes I may send you from Rome; from Florence I have little inclination to send you any.  I see several things that please me calmly, but `a force d’en avoir vu I have left off screaming Lord! this! and Lord! that!  To speak sincerely, Calais surprised me more than any thing I have seen since.  I recollect the joy I used to propose if I could but once see the great duke’s gallery; I walk into it now with as little emotion as I should into St. Paul’s.  The statues are a congregation of good sort of people, that I have a great deal of unruffled regard for.  The farther I travel the less I wonder at any thing:  a few days reconcile one to a new spot, or an unseen