Dramatic Micellanies [sic]: Consisting of Critical Observations on Several Plays of Shakspeare: with a Review of His Principal Characters, and Those of Various Eminent Writers, as Represented by Mr. Garrick, and Other Celebrated Comedians. ... By Thomas Davies, ... In Three Volumes. ...

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Page 254 - Such praise is yours, while you the passions move, That 'tis no longer feign'd, 'tis real love, Where nature triumphs over wretched Art ; We only warm the head, but you the heart. Always you warm ; and if the rising year, As in hot regions, brings the sun too near, 'Tis but to make your fragrant spices blow, Which in our cooler climates will not grow.
Page 217 - All that bear this are villains, and I one, Not to rouse up at the great call of nature, And check the growth of these domestic spoilers. That make us slaves, and tell us 'tis our charter.
Page 52 - After your death you were better have a bad epitaph, than their ill report while you live.
Page 9 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long : And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad ; The nights are wholesome ; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
Page 121 - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
Page 214 - Till after having many changes passed, In spite of age (thanks Heaven) is hanged at last: Next is a senator that keeps a whore, In Venice none a higher office bore ; To lewdness every night the lecher ran, Show me, all London, such another man, Match him at Mother Creswold's if you can. O Poland, Poland! had it been thy lot, T...
Page 343 - And terror on my aching sight; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes.
Page 361 - ... not from a want of appetite then, but from a surfeit. Else you could never be so cool to fall from a principal to be an assistant; to procure for him! A pattern of generosity, that I confess. Well, Mr. Fainall, you have met with your match.
Page 295 - What was peculiarly excellent in this memorable companion was, that in the accounts he gave of persons and sentiments, he did not only hit the figure of their faces, and manner of their gestures, but he would in his...
Page 380 - A glass was put in the hand of the statue, which was supposed to bow to her Grace and to nod in approbation of what she spoke to it.

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