02c. 1747 ADTheir cause I plead,—plead it in heart and mind; A fellow-feeling makes one wondrous kind.David Garrick / quote ↗
03c. 1747 ADPrologues like compliments are loss of time; 'T is penning bows and making legs in rhyme.David Garrick / quote ↗
04c. 1747 ADLet others hail the rising sun: I bow to that whose course is run.David Garrick / quote ↗
07c. 1747 ADHere 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.David Garrick / quote ↗
08c. 1747 ADAre 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?David Garrick / quote ↗
09c. 1747 ADHere lies Nolly Goldsmith, for shortness called Noll, Who wrote like an angel, and talk'd like poor Poll.David Garrick / quote ↗
10c. 1747 ADPrologues precede the piece in mournful verse, As undertakers walk before the hearse.David Garrick / quote ↗
