Samuel Garth

A barren superfluity of words.

— Samuel Garth

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

— Samuel Garth

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

— Samuel Garth

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

— Samuel Garth

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

— Samuel Garth

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

— Samuel Garth