"Their cause I plead,--plead it in heart and mind; A fellow-feeling makes one wondrous kind."

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."

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."

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?"

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.

"Who dares this pair of boots displace, Must meet Bombastes face to face."

Bombastes Furioso. Act i. Sc. 4.

"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.

"Nor peace nor ease the heart can know Which, like the needle true, Turns at the touch of joy or woe, But turning, trembles too."

A Prayer for Indifference.

"Harry Vane, Pulteney's toad-eater,"

Letter to Sir Horace Mann, 1742.

"The world is a comedy to those that think, a tragedy to those who feel."

Letter to Sir Horace Mann, 1770.

"A careless song, with a little nonsense in it now and then, does not misbecome a monarch."

Letter to Sir Horace Mann, 1774.

"The whole [Scotch] nation hitherto has been void of wit and humour, and even incapable of relishing it."

Letter to Sir Horace Mann, 1778.

"In numbers warmly pure and sweetly strong."

Ode to Simplicity.

"Well may your hearts believe the truths I tell: 'T is virtue makes the bliss, where'er we dwell."

Oriental Eclogues. 1, Line 5.

"How sleep the brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes bless'd!"

Ode written in the year 1746.

"By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!"

Ode written in the year 1746.

"When Music, heavenly maid, was young, While yet in early Greece she sung."

The Passions. Line 1.

"Fill'd with fury, rapt, inspired."

The Passions. Line 10.

"'T was sad by fits, by starts 't was wild."

The Passions. Line 28.

"In notes by distance made more sweet."

The Passions. Line 60.

"In hollow murmurs died away."

The Passions. Line 68.

"O Music! sphere-descended maid, Friend of Pleasure, Wisdom's aid!"

The Passions. Line 95.

"In yonder grave a Druid lies."

Death of Thomson.

"Too nicely Jonson knew the critic's part; Nature in him was almost lost in Art."

To Sir Thomas Hammer on his Edition of Shakespeare.

"Each lonely scene shall thee restore; For thee the tear be duly shed, Belov'd till life can charm no more, And mourn'd till Pity's self be dead."

Dirge in Cymbeline.

"Not what we wish, but what we want, Oh, let thy grace supply!"

Hymn.

"Oft has it been my lot to mark A proud, conceited, talking spark."

The Chameleon.

"He made him a hut, wherein he did put The carcass of Robinson Crusoe. O poor Robinson Crusoe!"

The Mayor of Garratt. Act i. Sc. 1.

"Born in a cellar, and living in a garret."

The Author. Act ii.

"Henceforth the majesty of God revere; Fear Him, and you have nothing else to fear."

Answer to a Gentleman who apologized to the Author for Swearing.

"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."

Epistle to Curio.

"Seeks painted trifles and fantastic toys, And eagerly pursues imaginary joys."

The Virtuoso. Stanza x.

"Thy spirit, Independence, let me share; Lord of the lion heart and eagle eye, Thy steps I follow with my bosom bare, Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky."

Ode to Independence.

"Thy fatal shafts unerring move, I bow before thine altar, Love!"

Roderick Random. Chap. xl.

"Facts are stubborn things."

Translation of Gil Blas. Book x. Chap. 1.

"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."

Commentaries. Vol. i. Book i. Chap. xviii. § 472.

"In the first days Of my distracting grief, I found myself As women wish to be who love their lords."

Douglas. Act i. Sc. 1.

"I 'll woo her as the lion wooes his brides."

Douglas. Act i. Sc. 1.

"My name is Norval; on the Grampian hills My father feeds his flocks; a frugal swain, Whose constant cares were to increase his store, And keep his only son, myself, at home."

Douglas. Act ii. Sc. 1.

"A rude and boisterous captain of the sea."

Douglas. Act iv. Sc. 1.

"Like Douglas conquer, or like Douglas die."

Douglas. Act v. Sc. 1.

"The fattest hog in Epicurus' sty."

Heroic Epistle.

"Verse sweetens toil, however rude the sound; She feels no biting pang the while she sings; Nor, as she turns the giddy wheel around, Revolves the sad vicissitudes of things."

Contemplation.

"Thus far we run before the wind."

The Apprentice. Act v. Sc. 1.