Samuel Garth

“A barren superfluity of words.”

“To die is landing on some silent shoreEre well we feel the friendly stroke, 'tis o'er.”

“Some fell by laudanum, and some by steel,And death in ambush lay in every pill.”

“Harsh words, though pertinent, uncouth appear:None please the fancy, who offend the ear.”

“I see the right, and I approve it too,Condemn the wrong, and yet the wrong pursue.”

“Hard was their lodging, homely was their food;For all their luxury was doing good.”