Hope, like the gleaming taper's light,
Adorns and cheers our way;[399:1]
And still, as darker grows the night,
Emits a brighter ray.
The Captivity. Act ii.
Our Garrick 's a salad; for in him we see
Oil, vinegar, sugar, and saltness agree!
Retaliation. Line 11.
Who mix'd reason with pleasure, and wisdom with mirth:
If he had any faults, he has left us in doubt.