Epitaph on David Garrick

Approach this spot with awe...here G ARRICK lies!
The great, the fam'd, the generous, and wise!
Approach with awe...let fall the pitying tear...
Immortal S HAKSPEARE'S genius resteth here;
To rouse the soul with rage, revenge, or love;
Each gentle passion feelingly to move;
To add new beauties e'en to S HAKSPEARE'S line,
Thine was the power, the god-like art was thine.
Reader! thy bosom strike, with streaming eyes,
Depart this spot with awe...here G ARRICK lies!
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