No, let the monarch's bags and others hold The flattering, mighty, nay, al-mighty gold.
John Wolcot (1738 - 1819)
Source: To Kien Long. Ode iv.
Contributed by: Zaady
Care to our coffin adds a nail, no doubt, And every grin so merry draws one out.
Source: Expostulatory Odes. Ode John Wolcot
A fellow in a market town, Most musical, cried razors up and down.
Source: Farewell Odes. Ode iii.
What rage for fame attends both great and small! Better be damned than mentioned not at all.
Source: To the Royal Academicians.
Every gift, though it be small, is in reality great if given with affection.
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