Memoirs of an unfortunate son of Thespis; a sketch of the life of E.C. Everard, comedian, written by himself

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Página 66 - On the demise of a person of eminence, it is confidently averred that he had a hand "open as day to melting charity," and that "take him for all in all, we ne'er shall look upon his like again.
Página 96 - And, though I neither know what to do nor whither to go, yet ' The world is all before me, where to choose ' My place of rest, and Providence my guide.
Página 38 - The town has found out different ways To praise the different Lears! To Barry they give loud huzzas! To Garrick— only tears." "A king — nay, every inch a king, Such as Barry doth appear; But Garrick's quite a difFrent thing, He's every inch King Lear.
Página 143 - date obolum' to all they meet ? Shan't I, who oft have drench'd my hands in gore, Stabb'd many, poison'd some, beheaded more, Who numbers slew in battle on this plain, Shan't I, the slayer, try to feed the slain ? Brother to all, with equal love I view The men who slew me, and the men I slew ; I must, I will this happy project seize, That those too old and weak may live at ease.
Página 143 - With grizly beard, pale cheek, stalk up and down, And he, the royal Dane, want half a crown ? Forbid it, ladies; gentlemen forbid it; Give joy to age, and let'em say — you did it.
Página 5 - If you cannot give a speech, or make love to a table, chair, or marble, as well as to the finest woman in the world, you are not, nor ever will be a great actor...
Página 143 - With date obolum to all they meet ? Sha'n't I, who oft have drenched my hands in gore ; Stabbed many, poisoned some, beheaded more ; Who numbers slew in battle on this plain ; Sha'n't I, the slayer, try to feed the slain ? Brother to all, with equal love I view The men who...
Página 143 - Fortune cringe and court her, Thirst in their age, and call in vain for porter ? Like Belisarius, tax the pitying street, With 'Date Obolum' to all they meet ? Shan't I, who oft have drench'd my hands in gore, Stabb'd many, poison'd some, beheaded more ; Who numbers slew in battle on this plain ; Shan't I, the slayer, try to feed the slain ? Brother to all, with equal love I view The men who slew me, and the men I slew: I must, I will this happy project seize, IX That those, too old to die, may live...
Página 133 - Behold him sound the depth of Hubert's soul, Whilst in his own contending passions roll ; View the whole scene, with critic judgment scan, And then deny him merit if you can. Where he falls short, 'tis nature's fault alone ; Where he succeeds, the merit's all his own.
Página vii - Insatiate archer ! could not one suffice ? Thy shaft flew thrice ; and thrice my peace was slain ; And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her horn.

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