| John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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| David Garrick. (17171779) |
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| 1 | | Corrupted freemen are the worst of slaves. |
| Prologue to the Gamesters. |
| 2 | 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. |
| 3 | Prologues like compliments are loss of time; T is penning bows and making legs in rhyme. |
| Prologue to Crisps Tragedy of Virginia. |
| 4 | Let others hail the rising sun: I bow to that whose course is run. 2 |
| On the Death of Mr. Pelham. |
| 5 | | This scholar, rake, Christian, dupe, gamester, and poet. |
| Jupiter and Mercury. |
| 6 | Hearts of oak are our ships, Hearts of oak are our men. 3 |
| Hearts of Oak. |
| 7 | 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. |
| 8 | 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. |
| 9 | Here lies Nolly Goldsmith, for shortness called Noll, Who wrote like an angel, and talkd like poor Poll. |
| Impromptu Epitaph on Goldsmith. |
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