Samuel Garth. [295:3] 1670-1719.
To die is landing on some silent shore
Where billows never break, nor tempests roar;
Ere well we feel the friendly stroke, 't is o'er.
The Dispensary. Canto iii. Line 225.
I see the right, and I approve it too,
Condemn the wrong, and yet the wrong pursue.[295:4]
Ovid, Metamorphoses, vii. 20 (translated by Tate and Stonestreet, edited by Garth).
For all their luxury was doing good.[295:5]
Claremont. Line 149.
Footnotes
[295:3]
Thou hast no faults, or I no faults can spy;
Thou art all beauty, or all blindness I.
Christopher Codrington: Lines addressed to Garth on his Dispensary.
[295:4] I know and love the good, yet, ah! the worst pursue.—Petrarch: Sonnet ccxxv. canzone xxi. To Laura in Life.
See Shakespeare, page 60.
[295:5] And learn the luxury of doing good.—Goldsmith: The Traveller, line 22. Crabbe: Tales of the Hall, book iii. Graves: The Epicure.