Quotes
Quotes - Garrick
Corrupted freemen are the worst of slaves.
Their cause I plead,--plead it in heart and mind;
A fellow-feeling makes one wondrous kind.
Prologues like compliments are loss of time;
'T is penning bows and making legs in rhyme.
Let others hail the rising sun:
I bow to that whose course is run.
This scholar, rake, Christian, dupe, gamester, and poet.
Hearts of oak are our ships,
Hearts of oak are our men.
Here lies James Quinn. Deign, reader, to be taught,
Whate'er thy strength of body, force of thought,
In Nature's happiest mould however cast,
To this complexion thou must come at last.
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?
Here lies Nolly Goldsmith, for shortness called Noll,
Who wrote like an angel, and talk'd like poor Poll.
Prologues precede the piece in mournful verse, As undertakers walk before the hearse.
Prologues like compliments are loss of time; 'Tis penning bows and making legs in rhyme.
Cards were at first for benefits designed, sent to amuse, not to enslave the mind.
Cards were at first for benefits designed, Sent to amuse, not to enslave the mind.
Heaven sends us good meat, but the devil sends us cooks.
Caused by a dearth of scandal should the vapors Distress our fair ones--let them read the prayers.
Their cause I plead--plead it in heart and mind; A fellow-feeling makes one wondrous kind.
Cards were at first for benefits designed, sent to amuse, not to enslave the mind.
Hearts of oak are are ships, Hearts of oak are our men.
Hearts of oak are our ships, Gallant tars are our men.
I've that within for which there are no plasters.
Corrupted freemen are the worst of slaves.
Let others hail the rising sun: I bow to that whose course is run.
