Chapter MORTAL to MOUSE of Index by Grocott's Quotations - Alpha

For joy, even the unshorn mountains raise their voices to the stars: now the very rocks, the very groves, resound these notes.

Buckley’s Virgil, Ecl. V. Page 15.

And wave your tops, ye pines, with every plant, in sign of worship wave.

Milton.—Paradise Lost, Book V.

MOUSE.—The country mouse stole out from his hiding-place, and bidding his friend good-bye, whispered in his ear, “Oh, my good sir, this fine mode of living may do for those who like it; but give me my barley bread in peace and security, before the daintiest feast where fear and care are in waiting.”

Esop.—Fable 30.

MOUSE.—The bumpkin then-concludes, Adieu!
This life perhaps agrees with you:
My grove and cave, secure from snares,
Shall comfort me with chaff and tares.

Francis’ Horace, Book II. Sat. VI. Line 231.

Give me again my hollow tree,
A crust of bread, and liberty!

Pope.—Sat VI. last lines.