|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|Samuel Johnson. (17091784) (continued)|
| Then with no throbs of fiery pain, 1|
No cold gradations of decay,
Death broke at once the vital chain,
And freed his soul the nearest way.
| Verses on the Death of Mr. Robert Levet. Stanza 9.|
| That saw the manners in the face.|
| Lines on the Death of Hogarth.|
| Philips, whose touch harmonious could remove|
The pangs of guilty power and hapless love!
Rest here, distressd by poverty no more;
Here find that calm thou gavst so oft before;
Sleep undisturbd within this peaceful shrine,
Till angels wake thee with a note like thine!
| Epitaph on Claudius Philips, the Musician.|
| A Poet, Naturalist, and Historian,|
Who left scarcely any style of writing untouched,
And touched nothing that he did not adorn. 2
| Epitaph on Goldsmith.|
| How small of all that human hearts endure,|
That part which laws or kings can cause or cure!
Still to ourselves in every place consigned,
Our own felicity we make or find.
With secret course, which no loud storms annoy,
Glides the smooth current of domestic joy.
| Lines added to Goldsmiths Traveller.|
| Trades proud empire hastes to swift decay.|
| Line added to Goldsmiths Deserted Village.|
| From thee, great God, we spring, to thee we tend,|
Path, motive, guide, original, and end. 3
| Motto to the Rambler. No. 7.|
| Ye who listen with credulity to the whispers of fancy, and pursue with eagerness the phantoms of hope; who |
Var. Then with no fiery throbbing pain. [back]
Qui nullum fere scribendi genus
Nullum quod tetigit non ornavit.
See Chesterfield, Quotation 12. [back]
A translation of Boethiuss De Consolatione Philosophiæ, iii. 9, 27. [back]