I, who am now a Vetran of the Stage ,
And Counsel for Infirmity and Age,
Must plead their Cause ,--feel it in heart & mind;
A fellow-feeling one wond'rous kind!
Might we.--I'm sure we may, & with success,
Hope for your smiles to patronize Distress;
That hope obtain'd the wishd for end secures,
To sooth their cares, who oft have lighten'd yours.
Shall the great Heroes of Celestial Line,
Who drank full Bowl's of Greek & Roman Wine;
Caesar & Brutus, Agamemnon, Hector,
Nay Jove himself, who here has quaffd his Nectar,
Shall they who govern'd Fortune, Cringe , & Court her,
Thirst in their Age, and call in vain for Porter?
Like Bellisarius--tax the pitying Street, David Garrick
With Date Obolum. --to all they meet;
Shan't I, who here have murder'd many a score,
Stab'd many, poison'd some, beheaded more; David Garrick
Who numbers slew in Battle on this plain,
Shan't I the slayer, try to feed the slain?
Brother to all, with equal Love I view, Engraved by Philip Thomas. from a Painting by Sir J. Reynolds
The Men who slew me, & the Men I slew.
I must, I will this happy project sieze ,- London: Published by Thomas Kelly, 17, Paternoster Row 1836
That those too bold to die, may live with ease .
see over for Garricks's finale