This scholar, rake, Christian, dupe, gamester, and poet. Jupiter and Mercury. Hearts of oak are our ships, Hearts of oak are our men.1 Hearts of Oak. Here lies James Quinn. Deign, reader, to be taught, To this complexion thou must come at last. 2 Epitaph on Quinn. Murphy's 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 Goldsmith's fine feast, who has written fine books? Heaven sends us good meat, but the Devil sends cooks? Epigram on Goldsmith'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. Circa 1790. Who dares this pair of boots displace, Bombastes Furioso. Act i. Sc. 4. Bom. So have I heard on Afric's burning shore And the first lion thought the last a bore. 1 Our ships were British oak, And hearts of oak our men. 2 See Tusser, page 20. Ibid. S. J. ARNOLD: Death of Nelson. 3 Let none but he these arms displace, Who dares Orlando's fury face. CERVANTES: Don Quixote, part ii. chap. lxvi. RAY: Proverbs. THOMAS: English Prose Romance, page 85. Nor peace nor ease the heart can know But turning, trembles too. A Prayer for Indifference. HORACE WALPOLE. 1717-1797. Harry Vane, Pulteney's toad-eater, Letter to Sir Horace Mann, 1742. Ibid. 1770. The world is a comedy to those that think, a tragedy to those who feel. A careless song, with a little nonsense in it now and then, does not misbecome a monarch.2 Ibid. 1774. The whole [Scotch] nation hitherto has been void of wit and humour, and even incapable of relishing it. Ibid. 1778. 8 WILLIAM COLLINS. 1720-1756. In numbers warmly pure and sweetly strong. Ode to Simplicity. How sleep the brave who sink to rest Ode written in the year 1746. 5 By fairy hands their knell is rung; 1 The pretty Fanny Macartney. - WALPOLE: Memoirs. 2 A little nonsense now and then Is relished by the wisest men. ANONYMOUS. 8 It requires a surgical operation to get a joke well into a Scotch under SYDNEY SMITH: Lady Holland'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. When Music, heavenly maid, was young, The Passions. Line 1. Fill'd with fury, rapt, inspired. Line 10. 'T was sad by fits, by starts 't was wild. Line 28. Too nicely Jonson knew the critic's part; To Sir Thomas Hammer on his Edition of Shakespeare. Each lonely scene shall thee restore; Belov'd till life can charm no more, Dirge in Cymbeline. JAMES MERRICK. 1720-1769. Not what we wish, but what we want, 2 Oft has it been my lot to mark 1 Sweetest melodies Hymn. The Chameleon. Are those that are by distance made more sweet. WORDSWORTH: Personal Talk, stanza 2. 2 Μή μοι γένοιθ ̓ ἃ βούλομ ̓ ἀλλ ̓ ἃ 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 O poor Robinson Crusoe! The Mayor of Garratt. Act i. Sc. 1. Born in a cellar, and living in a garret.1 The Author. Act ü. JAMES FORDYCE. 1720-1796. Henceforth the majesty of God revere; Fear Him, and you have nothing else to fear.2 Answer to a Gentleman 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. Seeks painted trifles and fantastic toys, 1 See Congreve, page 294. Epistle to Curio. The Virtuoso. Stanza x. 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. 1 (1639-1699). From Piety, whose soul sincere Fears God, and knows no other fear. W. SMYTH: Ode for the Installation of the Duke of Gloucester as Chancellor of Cambridge. Thy spirit, Independence, let me share; Thy fatal shafts unerring move, I bow before thine altar, Love! Facts are stubborn things.1 Roderick Random. Chap. xl. Translation of Gil Blas. Book x. Chap. 1. SIR WILLIAM BLACKSTONE. 1723-1780. 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 Of my distracting grief, I found myself Douglas. Act i. Sc. 1. Ibid. I'll woo her as the lion wooes his brides. My name is Norval; on the Grampian hills Act ii. Sc. 1. 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). |