"Through torrid tracts with fainting steps they go, Where wild Altama murmurs to their woe."

The Deserted Village. Line 344.

"In all the silent manliness of grief."

The Deserted Village. Line 384.

"O Luxury! thou curst by Heaven's decree!"

The Deserted Village. Line 385.

"Thou source of all my bliss and all my woe, That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so."

The Deserted Village. Line 413.

"Such dainties to them, their health it might hurt; It 's like sending them ruffles when wanting a shirt."

The Haunch of Venison.

"As aromatic plants bestow No spicy fragrance while they grow; But crush'd or trodden to the ground, Diffuse their balmy sweets around."

The Captivity. Act i.

"To the last moment of his breath, On hope the wretch relies; And even the pang preceding death Bids expectation rise."

The Captivity. Act ii.

"Hope, like the gleaming taper's light, Adorns and cheers our way; And still, as darker grows the night, Emits a brighter ray."

The Captivity. Act ii.

"Our Garrick 's a salad; for in him we see Oil, vinegar, sugar, and saltness agree!"

Retaliation. Line 11.

"Who mix'd reason with pleasure, and wisdom with mirth: If he had any faults, he has left us in doubt."

Retaliation. Line 24.

"Who, born for the universe, narrow'd his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind; Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat To persuade Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote. Who too deep for his hearers still went on refining, And thought of convincing while they thought of dining: Though equal to all things, for all things unfit; Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit."

Retaliation. Line 31.

"His conduct still right, with his argument wrong."

Retaliation. Line 46.

"A flattering painter, who made it his care To draw men as they ought to be, not as they are."

Retaliation. Line 63.

"Here lies David Garrick, describe me who can, An abridgment of all that was pleasant in man."

Retaliation. Line 93.

"As a wit, if not first, in the very first line."

Retaliation. Line 96.

"On the stage he was natural, simple, affecting; 'T was only that when he was off he was acting."

Retaliation. Line 101.

"He cast off his friends as a huntsman his pack, For he knew when he pleas'd he could whistle them back."

Retaliation. Line 107.

"Who pepper'd the highest was surest to please."

Retaliation. Line 112.

"When they talk'd of their Raphaels, Correggios, and stuff, He shifted his trumpet and only took snuff."

Retaliation. Line 145.

"The best-humour'd man, with the worst-humour'd Muse."

Postscript.

"Good people all, with one accord, Lament for Madam Blaize, Who never wanted a good word From those who spoke her praise."

Elegy on Mrs. Mary Blaize.

"The king himself has followed her When she has walk'd before."

Elegy on Mrs. Mary Blaize.

"A kind and gentle heart he had, To comfort friends and foes; The naked every day he clad When he put on his clothes."

Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog.

"And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree."

Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog.

"The dog, to gain his private ends, Went mad, and bit the man."

Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog.

"The man recovered of the bite, The dog it was that died."

Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog.

"A night-cap deck'd his brows instead of bay,-- A cap by night, a stocking all the day."

Description of an Author's Bed-chamber.

"This same philosophy is a good horse in the stable, but an arrant jade on a journey."

The Good-Natured Man. Act i.

"All his faults are such that one loves him still the better for them."

The Good-Natured Man. Act i.

"Silence gives consent."

The Good-Natured Man. Act ii.

"Measures, not men, have always been my mark."

The Good-Natured Man. Act ii.

"I love everything that 's old: old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wine."

She Stoops to Conquer. Act i.

"The very pink of perfection."

She Stoops to Conquer. Act i.

"The genteel thing is the genteel thing any time, if as be that a gentleman bees in a concatenation accordingly."

She Stoops to Conquer. Act i.

"I 'll be with you in the squeezing of a lemon."

She Stoops to Conquer. Act i.

"Ask me no questions, and I 'll tell you no fibs."

She Stoops to Conquer. Act iii.

"We sometimes had those little rubs which Providence sends to enhance the value of its favours."

Vicar of Wakefield. Chap. i.

"Handsome is that handsome does."

Vicar of Wakefield. Chap. i.

"The premises being thus settled, I proceed to observe that the concatenation of self-existence, proceeding in a reciprocal duplicate ratio, naturally produces a problematical dialogism, which in some measure proves that the essence of spirituality may be referred to the second predicable."

Vicar of Wakefield. Chap. vii.

"I find you want me to furnish you with argument and intellect too."

Vicar of Wakefield. Chap. vii.

"Turn, gentle Hermit of the Dale, And guide my lonely way To where yon taper cheers the vale With hospitable ray."

The Hermit. Chap. viii. Stanza 1.

"Taught by that Power that pities me, I learn to pity them."

The Hermit. Chap. viii. Stanza 6.

"Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long."

The Hermit. Chap. viii. Stanza 8.

"And what is friendship but a name, A charm that lulls to sleep, A shade that follows wealth or fame, And leaves the wretch to weep?"

The Hermit. Chap. viii. Stanza 19.

"The sigh that rends thy constant heart Shall break thy Edwin's too."

The Hermit. Chap. viii. Stanza 33.

"By the living jingo, she was all of a muck of sweat."

The Hermit. Chap. ix.

"They would talk of nothing but high life, and high-lived company, with other fashionable topics, such as pictures, taste, Shakespeare, and the musical glasses."

The Hermit. Chap. ix.

"It has been a thousand times observed, and I must observe it once more, that the hours we pass with happy prospects in view are more pleasing than those crowned with fruition."

The Hermit. Chap. x.

"To what happy accident is it that we owe so unexpected a visit?"

The Hermit. Chap. xix.

"When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray, What charm can soothe her melancholy? What art can wash her guilt away?"

The Hermit. On Woman. Chap. xxiv.