Here lies James Quinn. Deign, reader, to be taught, Whateer thy strength of body, force of thought, In Natures happiest mould however cast, To this complexion thou must come at last.
Epitaph on Quinn. Murphys Life of Garrick. Vol. ii. p. 38.
Are these the choice dishes the Doctor has sent us? Is this the great poet whose works so content us? This Goldsmiths fine feast, who has written fine books? Heaven sends us good meat, but the Devil sends cooks?2
Epigram on Goldsmiths Retaliation. Vol. ii. p. 157.
Bom. So have I heard on Africs burning shore A hungry lion give a grievous roar; The grievous roar echoed along the shore. Artax. So have I heard on Africs burning shore Another lion give a grievous roar; And the first lion thought the last a bore.
Bombastes Furioso. Act i. Sc. 4.
Note 1. Our ships were British oak, And hearts of oak our men. S. J. Arnold: Death of Nelson. [back]