The nakedness of the indigent world may be clothed from the trimmings of the vain.

Absence, like death, sets a seal on the image of those we love: we cannot realize the intervening changes which time may have effected.

On the stage he was natural, simple, affecting, 'Twas only when he was off, he was acting.

We are all sure of two things, at least; we shall suffer and we shall all die.

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

And e'en while fashion's brightest arts decoy, The heart distrusting asks if this be joy.

Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began. Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And even his failings lean'd to Virtue's side.