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Detection her taper shall quench to a spark,
Here lies * David Garrick, describe him who can, An abridgment of all that was pleasant in man ; As an actor, confelt without rival to Mine; As a wit, if not first, in the very first line: Yet, with talents like there, and an excellent heart, The man had his failings, a dupe to his art. Like an an ill.judging beauty, his colours he spread, And beplaiter'd, with rouge, his own natural red. On the itage he was natural, timple, affecting; 'Twas only that, when he was off, he was acting. With no reason on earth to go out of his way, He turn’d and he vary'd full ten times a day: Tho' fecure of our hearts, yet confoundedly fick, If they were not his own by fineffing and trick: He cait off his friends, as a huntsman his pack, For he new when he pleas'd he could whittle them
back. Of praise a mere glutton, he swallow'd what came, And the puff of a dunce, he mistook it for fame ; 'Till his relish grown callous, almost to disease, Who pepper'd the highest was surelt to please. But let us be candid, and speak out our mind, If dunces applauded, he paid them in kind. Ye + Kenricks, ye | Kellys, and || Woodfalls ro grave, What a commerce was yours,
while you got what you gave?
+ Vide page 203 # Mr. Hugh Kelly, author of Fale Celicacy, Word to the wise, Clementina. School for wires, &c
|| Mr. William Woodfall, printer of the Morning Chronicle.
How did Grub-Atreet re-echo the shouts that you rais'd,
Here * Hickey reclines, a moft blunt pleasant crea
worst foe can't accuse him of that :
Here I Reynolds is laid, and, to tell you my mind, He has not left a wiser, or better behind ; His pericil was striking, reliftless and grand; His manners were gentle, complying and bland; Still born to improve us in every part, His pencil our faces; his manners our heart :
To coxcombs averse, yet most civilly steering,
hearing : When they talk'd of their Raphaels, Corregios' and
* Sir Joshua Reynolds is fo remarkably deaf as to be under the necessity of using an ear trumpet in com, pany.
R E T A L I A TI O N.
OCTOR! according to your wishes,
Youv'e character'd us all in dishes,
word for it, at least, Your Irish friends wont like your feast, Ring then, and see that there is plac'd To each according to his taste.
To Douglas, fraught with learn'd stock Of critic Lore, give ancient Hock;
Let it be genuine, bright and fine,
To Johnson, philofophic fage,
Now fill the glass with gay Champagne,
Pour forth to Reynolds, without stint,
To Burke a pure libation bring,
Fill up my friend, the Dean of Dorry, A bumper ui ww.ventua! Sherry.