Age, That Lessens The Enjoyment Of Life,

A Book May Be Very Amusing With Numerous Errors, Or It May Be Very Dull Without A Single Absurdity.

Here Lies David Garrick, Describe Me Who Can, An Abridgment Of All That Was Pleasant In Man.

The Loud Laugh That Spoke The Vacant Mind.

Near Yonder Copse, Where Once The Garden Smil'd, And Still Where Many A Garden Flower Grows Wild, There, Where A Few Torn Shrubs The Place Disclose, The Village Preacher's Modest Mansion Rose. A Man He Was To All The Country Dear, And Passing Rich With Forty Pounds A Year; Remote From Town's He Ran His Godly Race, Nor E'er Had Chang'd Nor Wish'd To Change His Place; Unskilful He To Fawn, Or Seek For Power, By Doctrines Fashion'd To The Varying Hour; Far Other Aims His Heart Had Learn'd To Prize. More Bent To Raise The Wretched Than To Rise.

I Have Known A German Prince With More Titles Than Subjects, And A Spanish Nobleman With More Names Than Shirts.