|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|David Garrick. (17171779)|
| Corrupted freemen are the worst of slaves.|
| Prologue to the Gamesters.|
| Their cause I plead,plead it in heart and mind;|
A fellow-feeling makes one wondrous kind. 1
| Prologue on Quitting the Stage in 1776.|
| Prologues like compliments are loss of time;|
T is penning bows and making legs in rhyme.
| Prologue to Crisps Tragedy of Virginia.|
| Let others hail the rising sun:|
I bow to that whose course is run. 2
| On the Death of Mr. Pelham.|
| This scholar, rake, Christian, dupe, gamester, and poet.|
| Jupiter and Mercury.|
| Hearts of oak are our ships,|
Hearts of oak are our men. 3
| Hearts of Oak.|
| 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? 4
| Epigram on Goldsmiths Retaliation. Vol. ii. p. 157.|
| Here lies Nolly Goldsmith, for shortness called Noll,|
Who wrote like an angel, and talkd like poor Poll.
| Impromptu Epitaph on Goldsmith.|