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. line 20._

[385-2] Usually quoted "even tenor of their way."

[385-3] See Chaucer, page 3.

[386-1] See Walton, page 208.

[387-1] This was intended to be introduced in the "Alliance of Education and Government."--_Mason's edition of Gray, vol. iii. p. 114._

DAVID GARRICK. 1716-1779.

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.[387-2]

_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 Crisp's Tragedy of Virginia._

Let others hail the rising sun: I bow to that whose course is run.[387-3]

_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.[388-1]

_Hearts of Oak._

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.

_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?[388-2]

_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._

FOOTNOTES:

[387-2] See Burton, page 185.

[387-3] Pompey bade Sylla recollect that more worshipped the rising than the setting sun.--PLUTARCH: _Life of Pompey._

[388-1] Our ships were British oak, And hearts of oak our men.

S. J. ARNOLD: _Death of Nelson._

[388-2] See Tusser, page 20.

WILLIAM B. RHODES. _Circa_ 1790.

Who dares this pair of boots displace, Must meet Bombastes face to face.[388-3]

_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.

_Artax._ So have I heard on Afric's burning shore Another lion give a grievous roar; And the first lion thought the last a bore.

_Bombastes Furioso. Act i. Sc. 4._

FOOTNOTES:

[388-3] Let none but he these arms displace, Who dares Orlando's fury face.

CERVANTES: _Don Quixote,