Could A Man Live By It, It

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

For Praise Too Dearly Lov'd, Or Warmly Sought, Enfeebles All Internal Strength Of Thought; And The Weak Soul Within Itself Unblest, Leans For All Pleasure On Another's Breast.

Processions, Cavalcades, And All That Fund Of Gay Frippery, Furnished Out By Tailors, Barbers, And Tire-women, Mechanically Influence The Mind Into Veneration; An Emperor In His Nightcap Would Not Meet With Half The Respect Of An Emperor With A Crown.

Quality And Title Have Such Allurements That Hundreds Are Ready To Give Up All Their Own Importance, To Cringe, To Flatter, To Look Little, And To Pall Every Pleasure In Constraint, Merely To Be Among The Great, Though Without The Least Hopes Of Improving Their Understanding Or Sharing Their Generosity. They Might Be Happier Among Their Equals.

There Are But Few Talents Requisite To Become A Popular Preacher; For The People Are Easily Pleased If They Perceive Any Endeavors In The Orator To Please Them. The Meanest Qualifications Will Work This Effect If The Preacher Sincerely Sets About It.