chapter  33
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Unsigned notice in the London Chronicle containing an epitaph on Goldsmith, 7-9 July 1774

The lovers, 'twas theirs to esteem and commend, For his Hermit had prov'd him their tutor and friend; The Statesman, his politic passions on fire, Acknowledg' d repose from the charms of his lyre; The Moralist too had a feel for his rhymes, For his Essays were curbs on the rage of the times; Nay the Critic, all school'd in grammatical sense, Who look'd in the glow of description for tense; Reform' d as he read, fell a dupe to his art, And confess' d by his eyes what he felt at his heart. Yet, blest with original powers like these, His principal forte was on paper to please; Like a fleet-footed hunter, tho' first in the chace, On_ the road of plain sense he deserted his pace, Whilst dullness and cunning, by whipping and goring Their hard-footed hackneys paraded before him; Compounded likewise of such primitive parts, That his manners alone would have gain' d him our hearts; So simple from truth-so ingenuously kind, So ready to feel for the wants of mankind: If an Author once held but a popular quill, This flux of Philanthropy quickly stood still; Transform' d from himself he grew meanly severe, And rail' d at those talents he ought not to fear.