Here lies James Quinn. Deign, reader, to be taught, Whateer thy strength of body, force of thought, In Natures happiest mould however cast, To this complexion thou must come at last.
Epitaph on Quinn. Murphys 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 Goldsmiths fine feast, who has written fine books? Heaven sends us good meat, but the Devil sends cooks?4
Epigram on Goldsmiths Retaliation. Vol. ii. p. 157.