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This scholar, rake, Christian, dupe, gamester, and poet.
Jupiter and Mercury.
Hearts of Oak.
Epitaph on Quinn. Murphy's Life of Garrick. Vol. ii. p. Are these the choice dishes the Doctor has sent us? Is this the great poet whose works so content us ? This Goldsmith's fine feast, who has written fine books ? Heaven sends us good meat, but the Devil sends cooks ? 2
Epigram on Goulsmith's Retaliation. Vol. ii. p. 157. Here lies Nolly Goldsmith, for shortness called Noll, Who wrote like an angel, and talk'd like poor Poll.
Impromptu Epitaph on Goldsmith.
WILLIAM B. RHODES.
Who dares this pair of boots displace,
Bombastes Furioso. Act i. Sc. 4. Bom. So have I heard on Afric's burning shore
A hungry lion give a grievous roar;
The grievous roar echoed along the shore.
Another lion give a grievous roar;
1 Our ships were British oak,
S. J. ARNOLD: Death of Nelson. 2 See Tusser, page 20.
3 Let none but he these arms displace,
CERVANTES: Don Quixote, part ii. chap. lxvi. RAY: Proverbs. Thomas: English Prose Romance, page 85.
GREVILLE. – WALPOLE. - COLLINS.
MRS. GREVILLE. Circa 1793. Nor peace nor ease the heart can know
Which, like the needle true, Turns at the touch of joy or woe, But turning, trembles too.
A Prayer for Indifference.
HORACE WALPOLE. 1717-1797.
Harry Vane, Pulteney's toad-eater,
Letter to Sir Horace Mann, 1742. The world is a comedy to those that think, a tragedy to those who feel.
Ibid. 1770. A careless song, with a little nonsense in it now and then, does not misbecome a monarch.?
Ibid. 1774. The whole [Scotch] nation hitherto has been void of wit and humour, and even incapable of relishing it. ibid. 1778.
WILLIAM COLLINS. 1720-1756.
In numbers warmly pure and sweetly strong.
Ode to Simplicity.
Oriental Eclogues. 1, Line 5.
Ode written in the year 1746.
By forms unseen their dirge is sung ;
2 A little nonsense now and then
ANONYMOUS. 8 It requires a surgical operation to get a joke well into a Scotch understanding. - SYDNEY Smith: Lady Hollund's Memoir, vol. i. p. 15. 4 See Pope, page 320. 5 Var. By hands unseen the knell is rung;
By fairy forms their dirge is sung.
There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray,
Ode written in the year 1746.
The Passions. Line 1.
To Sir Thomas Hammer on his Edition of Shakespeare.
For thee the tear be duly shed,
Dirge in Cymbeline.
JAMES MERRICK. 1720-1769.
Not what we wish, but what we want,
1 Sweetest melodies
Wordsworth : Personal Talk, stanza 2. 2 Μή μοι γένοιθ' & βούλομ’ αλλ' & συμφέρει (Let not that happen which I wish, but that which is right). — MENANDER : Fragment.
SAMUEL FOOTE. 1720-1777.
He made him a hut, wherein he did put
The Mayor of Garratt. Act i. Sc. 1.
The duthor. Act ü.
JAMES FORDYCE. 1720-1796.
Henceforth the majesty of God revere;
Answer to a Gentlemun who apologized to the Author for Swearing.
MARK AKENSIDE. 1721-1770.
Such and so various are the tastes of men.
Pleasures of the Imagination. Book iii. Line 567. Than Timoleon's arms require, And Tully's curule chair, and Milton's golden lyre.
Ode. On a Sermon against Glory. Stanza ii. The man forget not, though in rags he lies, And know the mortal through a crown's disguise.
Epistle to Curio. Seeks painted trifles and fantastic toys, And eagerly pursues imaginary joys.
The Virtuoso. Stanza x. 1 See Congreve, page 294.
Born in the garret, in the kitchen bred. – Byron : A Sketch. 2 Je crains Dieu, cher Abner, et n'ai point d'autre crainte (I fear God, dear Abner, and I have no other fear). RACINE : Athalie, act i. sc. I (1639-1699).
From Piety, whose soul sincere
of Gloucester as Chancellor of Cambridge.
TOBIAS SMOLLETT. 1721-1771.
Thy spirit, Independence, let me share;
Lord of the lion heart and eagle eye,
Ode to Independence.
Roderick Random. Chap. xl. Facts are stubborn things.1
Translation of Gil Blas. Book x. Chap. 1.
SIR WILLIAM BLACKSTONE.
The royal navy of England hath ever been its greatest defence and ornament; it is its ancient and natural strength, — the floating bulwark of our island.
Commentaries. Vol. i. Book i. Chap. xiii. § 418. Time whereof the memory of man runneth not to the contrary.
Chap. xviii. § 472.
JOHN HOME. 1724-1808.
In the first days
Douglas. Act i. Sc. 1. I'll woo her as the lion wooes his brides.
Ibid. My name is Norval; on the Grampian hills My father feeds his flocks; a frugal swain, Whose constant cares were to increase his store, And keep his only son, myself, at home. Act i. Sc. 1. A rude and boisterous captain of the sea. Act iv. Sc. 1. Like Douglas conquer, or like Douglas die. Act v. Sc. 1.
1 Facts are stubborn things. - Elliot: Essay on Field Husbandry, p. 35 (1747).