Dr. Johnson: Prologue at the opening of the Drury Lane Theatre, 1747.
To point a moral or adorn a tale.—Ibid.: Vanity of Human Wishes.
Slow rises worth by poverty depressed.—Ibid.: London.
Ask me no questions and I’ll tell you no fibs.
Goldsmith: She Stoops to Conquer.
And to party gave up what was meant for mankind.—Ibid.: Retaliation.
Winter lingering chills the lap of May.—Ibid.: The Traveller.
Of two evils I have chose the least.—Prior.
His (God’s) image cut in ebony.—Thomas Fuller.
Richard’s himself again.—Colley Cibber.