Nicholas Boileau-Despreaux. 1636-1711.
Happy who in his verse can gently steer
From grave to light, from pleasant to severe.[799:5]
The Art of Poetry. Canto i. Line 75.
[800]
Every age has its pleasures, its style of wit, and its own ways.
The Art of Poetry. Canto iii. Line 374.
He [Molière] pleases all the world, but cannot please himself.
Satire 2.
"There, take," says Justice, "take ye each a shell;
We thrive at Westminster on fools like you.
'T was a fat oyster! live in peace,—adieu."[800:1]
Epître ii.
Footnotes
[799:5] See Dryden, page 273.
[800:1] See Pope, page 334.