The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

A terrace walk, and half a rood
Of land, set out to plant a wood.
‘Imitation of Horace’ (1714).
Nor do they trust their tongue alone,
But speak a language of their own;
Can read a nod, a shrug, a look,
Far better than a printed book;
Convey a libel in a frown,
And wink a reputation down.
‘The Journal of a Modern Lady’ (1729) l. 188
Hail, fellow, well met,
All dirty and wet:
Find out, if you can,
Who’s master, who’s man.
‘My Lady’s Lamentation’ (1728) l. 171
Th’ artillery of words.
‘Ode to...Sancroft’ (1692)
Philosophy! the lumber of the schools.
‘Ode to Sir W. Temple’ (1692)
Say, Britain, could you ever boast,—
Three poets in an age at most?
Our chilling climate hardly bears
A sprig of bays in fifty years.
‘On Poetry’ (1733) l. 5
Then, rising with Aurora’s light,
The Muse invoked, sit down to write;
Blot out, correct, insert, refine,
Enlarge, diminish, interline.
‘On Poetry’ (1733) l. 85
As learned commentators view
In Homer more than Homer knew.
‘On Poetry’ (1733) l. 103
So geographers, in Afric-maps,
With savage-pictures fill their gaps;
And o’er unhabitable downs
Place elephants for want of towns.
‘On Poetry’ (1733) l. 177
He gives directions to the town,
To cry it up, or run it down.
‘On Poetry’ (1733) l. 269