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Iron sleet of arrowy shower
Hurtles in the darken'd air,

Gray, The Fatal Sisters.
The Parthian thus; his javelin backward throws,
And as he flies, infests pursuing foes.

Gay, Trivia, book 2, line 295.

PASSING RICH. Passing rich with forty pounds a year.

GOLDSMITH, Deserted Village.

PAST WORK.
To relief of lazars, and weak age,
Of indigent faint souls, past corporal toil.

SHAKSPERE, Henry 5th, act 1, scene 1.

PATIENCE,

She pin'd in thought; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat, like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.

Ibid, Twelfth Night, act 2, scene 4.
'Tis hard : but patience must endure,
And soothe the woes it cannot cure.

Francis' Horace, ode 24, line 31.
How poor are they that have not patience !
What wound did ever heal, but by degrees ?

SHAKSPERE, Othello, act 2, scene 3,

PEACEFUL.

Where peaceful seas, Fann'd by kind zephyrs, ever kiss the shore.

Thomson, Liberty, part 1.

PELTING OF THE STORM. Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm.

SHAKSPERE, King Lear, act 3, scene 4.

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may do what has by man been done.

Young, Night 6, line 606.
Hast thou begun an act? ne'er then give o'er ;
No man despairs to do what's done before.

HERRICK’s Hesp. Aphorisms, No. 142.

PHILIPPI.

I will see thee at Philippi then.

SHAKSPERE, Julius Cæsar, act 4, scene 3.

PIC-NIC. I'm going to invite her; I'll take her to a pic-nic entertainment. “Symbola,” was the name given to an entertainment, to which each of the guests contributed in money or kind; similar, in principle, to what we call a "pic-nic” party.

1 RILEY's Plautus. The Stichus, act 3, sc. 1.

PIERCING. Piercing the night's dull ear.

SHAKSPERE, King Henry 5th, chorus to act 4.

PIN A DISH-CLOUT TO HIS TAIL.
Swift. Mary's Letter to Dr. Sheridan.

PITY.
What comfort, can a wretch, like me, bestow ?
He best can pity, who has felt the woe.

Gay, Dione, act 2, sc. 2.
Pity melts the mind to love.

DRYDEN, Alexander's Feast.

PIOUS FRAUD. When pious frauds and holy shifts, Are dispensations and gifts.

BUTLER, Hudibras, part 1, canto 3, line 1145. Bless him, ye powers ! and if it be a crime, Oh ! if the pious fraud offend your justice, Aim all your vengeance on Ismena's head.

SMITH, Phædra and Hyppolitus, act 2.

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See how the force of others' prayers I try, (Oh pious fraud of amorous charity !)

POPE. Eloise to Abelard.
The heath-hen flutters; pious fraud ! to lead
The hot-pursuing spaniel far astray.

Thomson, Spring, line 697.
It was the hour, when devotees,
Breathe pious curses on their knees,
When they with pray'rs begin,
To sanctify a night of sin.

CHURCHILL. The Ghost, book 3.
He shook his impious head, and thus replies,
These legends are no more than pious lies,

DRYDEN, Baucis and Philemon, book 8. Here a fond wife, with pious error, prest Some hostile Roman to her throbbing breast.

Rowe's Lucan, book 3, line 1141.

The doubtful name was used without deceit,
And truth was cover'd with a pious cheat.

DRYDEN, Iphis and Ianthe, book 9.
His pious frauds conceal the name,
And screen the modest man from shame.

SOMERVILLE. Mahomet Ali Beg.

PLEASED WITH A RATTLE.

Behold the child, by nature's kindly law, Pleas'd with a rattle, tickled with a straw.

Pope, Essay on Man, Epi. 2, s. 3.

PLEBEIANISM.
For vulgar parents cannot stamp their race,
With signatures of such majestic grace.

POPE. The Odyssey, book 4, line 75.

POCKET THE AFFRONT.

Dry up thy tears, and pocket up th' abuse,
Nor put thy friend to make a bad excuse.

DRYDEN, Juvenal, satire 16. And yet you will stand to it, you will not pocket up wrong.

SHAKSPERE, King Henry 4th, part 1, act 3, sc. 3,

POET.

Widely extensive is the poet's aim,
And in each verse he draws a bill on fame.

LADY WINCHELSEA to Pope.

POETICAL LICENCE,

What trouble is it to refute these monstrous inventions of the poets and painters.

YONGE's Cicero, Tusculan Disp. book 1, div, 6. So HORACE, in his Art of Poetry, which Roscommon translatesPainters and Poets have been still allow'd Their pencils, and their fancies unconfin'd,

Art of Poetry, line 10.

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