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• 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?...
• Corrupted freemen are the worst of slaves.
  -- David Garrick (1716-1779) -- Prologue to the Gameste...
• Hearts of oak are our ships, Hearts of oak are our men.
  -- David Garrick (1716-1779) -- Hearts of Oak...
• Let others hail the rising sun: I bow to that whose course is run.
  -- David Garrick (1716-1779) -- On the Death of Mr. Pelham...
• Prologues like compliments are loss of time; 'T is penning bows and making legs in rhyme.
  -- David Garrick (1716-1779) -- Prologue to Crisp's Tragedy of Virginia...
• Their cause I plead,--plead it in heart and mind; A fellow-feeling makes one wondrous kind.
  -- David Garrick (1716-1779) -- Prologue on Quitting the Stage in 1776...
• 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.
  -- David Garrick (1716-1779) -- Epitaph on Quinn, Murphy's Life of Garrick, Vol. ii, p. 38...
• Here lies Nolly Goldsmith, for shortness called Noll, Who wrote like an angel, and talk'd like poor Poll.
  -- David Garrick (1716-1779) -- Impromptu Epitaph on Goldsmith...
• Iron sharpens iron; scholar, the scholar.