Date: 1759

"Seek not thus / To multiply the ills that hover round you; / Nor from the stores of busy fancy add / New shafts to fortune's quiver."

— Murphy, Arthur (1727-1805)

Date: 1759

"Fatal day! / More fatal e'en than that, which first beheld / This race accurs'd within these palace walls, / Since hope, that balm of wretched minds, is now / Irrevocably lost."

— Murphy, Arthur (1727-1805)

Date: 1759

"Mark well my words--discolour not thy soul / With the black hue of crimes like his."

— Murphy, Arthur (1727-1805)

Date: 1759

"The moral duties of the private man / Are grafted in thy soul."

— Murphy, Arthur (1727-1805)

Date: 1764

"Bold was the man, and fenc'd in ev'ry part /With oak, and ten-fold brass about the heart, / To build a play who tortur'd first his brain, / And then dar'd launch it on this stormy main."

— Murphy, Arthur (1727-1805)