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Song, "For ever Fortune."
And, when we meet a mutual heart,
Sophonisba. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Grongar Hill. Line 103.
Ever charming, ever new,
When will the landscape tire the view.
Epigram on his Family Arms.
Live while you live, the epicure would say,
*This line was altered, after the second edition, to "O Sophonisba! I am wholly thine."
Prologue on the Opening of Drury Lane Theatre.
Each change of many-colored life he drew,
And panting time toiled after him in vain.
For we that live to please must please to live.
Vanity of Human Wishes.
Let observation with extensive view
There mark what ills the scholar's life assail, -
He left the name, at which the world grew pale,
Hides from himself his state, and shuns to know
The Universal Love of Pleasure, line 1:
"All human race, from China to Peru,
Ren. Thos. Warton.
Superfluous lags the veteran on the stage.
From Marlborough's eyes the tears of dotage flow, And Swift expires, a driveller and a show.
Roll darkling down the torrent of his fate.
Of all the griefs that harass the distressed,
This mournful truth is everywhere confessed,
Lines added to Goldsmith's Traveller.
How small, of all that human hearts endure,
Our own felicity we make or find.
With secret course, which no loud storms annoy, Glides the smooth current of domestic joy.
· Line added to Goldsmith's Deserted Village. Trade's proud empire hastes to swift decay.
From Dr. Madden's "Boulter's Monument." Supposed to have been inserted by Dr. Johnson. 1745.
Words are men's daughters, but God's sons are things.*
Rasselas. Chapter i.
Ye who listen with credulity to the whispers of fancy, and pursue with eagerness the phantoms of hope; who expect that age will perform the promises of youth, and that the deficiencies of the present day will be supplied by the morrow; attend to the history of Rasselas, Prince of Abyssinia.
Epitaph on Robert Levett.
In Misery's darkest cavern known,
Where hopeless Anguish poured his groan,
Epitaph on Claudius Phillips, the Musician.
* Words are women, deeds are men.
Jacula Prudentum. HERBert.
Epitaph on Goldsmith.
A Poet, Naturalist, and Historian,
Who left scarcely any style of writing untouched,
Boswell's Life of Johnson.
Hell is paved with good intentions.†
Who drives fat oxen should himself be fat.
If the man who turnips cries
A good hater.
*"Nullum quod tetigit non ornavit."
He adorns whatever he attempts.
Eulogy on Cicero. FENELON.
† Hell is full of good meanings and wishings.