Here Fancy's Fav'rite, Goldsmith, sleeps,— The Dunces smile, and Johnson weeps.
["Extempore on reading a curious Epitaph of two Lines in the St. J. Chronicle of Saturday April 9": Poor Goldsmith's Death new Wonders bring to Light, Since Dunces do not only smile, but write. —St. James's Chronicle (9 April 1774)]
