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.

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...
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...
Remember that what pulls the strings is the force hidden withi
here lies the power to persuade, there the life,--there, if one must speak out, the real man....
When Quinn the Eskimo gets here, everybody's gonna jump for joy.
Oh ye who go about saying unto each other: "Hello sailo
Dost thou know the magnitude of thy sin before the gods?...
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...
This scholar, rake, Christian, dupe, gamester, and poet.
-- David Garrick (1716-1779) -- Jupiter and Mercury...