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SIR SAMUEL GARTH
English physician and poet
(1661 - 1719)

Hard was their lodging, homely was their food,
  For all their luxury was doing good.
      - [Goodness]

This hour they worship, and the next blaspheme.
      - [Worship]

Whene'er he speaks, Heaven, how the list'ning throng
  Dwell on the melting music of his tongue!
    His arguments are emblems of his mien,
      Mild but not faint, and forcing, though serene:
        And when the power of eloquence he'd try,
          Here lightning strikes you, there soft breezes sigh.
      - [Eloquence]

For all their luxury was doing good.
      - Cleremont (l. 149) [Goodness]

Where billows never break, not tempests roar.
      - Dispensary (canto III, l. 226) [Heaven]

Ingratitude's a weed of every clime,
  It thrives too fast at first, but fades in time.
      - Epistle to the Earl of Godolphin (l. 27)
        [Ingratitude]

One doctor, singly like the sculler plies,
  The patient struggles, and by inches dies;
    But two physicians, like a pair of oars,
      Waft him right swiftly to the Stygian shores.
      - quoted by The Dispensary [Medicine]

Dissensions, like small streams, are first begun,
  Scarce seen they rise, but gather as they run:
    So lines that from their parallel decline,
      More they proceed the more they still disjoin.
      - The Dispensary (canto III, l. 184)
        [Dissension : Quarrels]

To die is landing on some silent shore,
  Where billows never break nor tempests roar;
    Ere well we feel the friendly stroke 'tis o'er.
      - The Dispensary (canto III, l. 225) [Death]

As distant prospects please us, but when near
  We find but desert rocks and fleeting air.
      - The Dispensary (canto III, l. 27)
        [Disappointment : Nature]

Eternal Spring, with smiling Verdue here
  Warms the mild Air, and crowns the youthful year.
    . . . .
      The Rose still blushes, and the vi'lets blow.
      - The Dispensary (canto IV, l. 298) [Spring]

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