Oft have I wonderd that on Irish ground No poisonous reptiles ever yet were found: Reveald the secret stands of Natures work; She saved her venom to create a BURKE. Warren Hastings.An epigram produced by him when writhing under the agony of a protracted prosecution. (Encycl. Brit. Vol. XI. p. 164; 7th edition.)
Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it, too much; Who, born for the universe, narrowed his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind. Goldsmith.Retaliation, Line 29.
One large of soul, of genius unconfined, Born to delight, instruct, and mend mankind; Burke! in whose breast a Roman ardour glowd; Whose copious tone with Grecian richness flowd; Well hast thou found, if such thy countrys doom, A timely refuge in the sheltering tomb. Canning.New Morality.
Though equal to all things, for all things unfit; Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit; For a patriot too cool: for a drudge disobedient; And too fond of the right to pursue the expedient. Goldsmith.Retaliation, Line 37.