The author wrote this in an exchange of epitaphs with David Garrick the British actor. — Alice, the Anchovy Schoolmarm
. . . Our Garrick's a salad, for in him we see
Oil, vinegar, sugar, and saltness agree:
To make out the dinner, full certain I am,
That Ridge is an anchovy, and Reynolds is lamb;
That Hickey's a capon, and by the same rule,
Magnanimous Goldsmith, a gooseberry fool. . . .
