Mr. B—ke.gun Yet I fee Thy honourable metal may be wrought Julius Cæfar, A& I. The posture of your blows are yet unknown, Lord Charles B- -n. Julius Cæfar. His words are bonds; his oaths are oracles; his heart as free from fraud as earth from Heav'n! Two Gent. Verona. Oldfd Bles. The best actor in the world, either for tragedy," comedy, hiftory, paftoral, paftoral comical, hiftorical paftoral, or fcene individable! Hamlet, A& II. Sc. 7. / Mrs. Bie. -All of her that is out of door, moft rich! If the be furnish'd with a mind as rare, She is alone, th' Arabian bird, and I Have loft the wager! Mrs. B-dd. Cymb. A& II. There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip; Nay her foot speaks; her wanton fpirits look out At every joint and motion of her body. Troilus and Crefida. "Tis beauty blent, whofe red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on. Some ftrange Bull leapt your father's cow, and got a calf in that fame noble feat much like to you. Much Ado, A& V. Mr. B-thby. ... Hey-day! what a sweep of vanity comes this way! I fpy entertainment in her; the difcourfes-she carves-she gives the leer of invitation! What the word and the fword? Do you ftudy them both, Mr. Parfon? Merry Wives, A& III. J. Bks, Efq; • anter I know a Bank whereon the wild thyme blows, O'er Mr. B-ks was one day botanizing on the skirt of a common in Kent, when the clowns of the village miftook him for the Flying Highwayman, and after O'er canopy'd with luscious woodbine, With fweet musk-rofes, and with eglantine. Like one, who having unto truth, by telling oft, Made fuch a finner of his memory, To credit his own lie. Richard B Tempeft. -r, Efq; ‡ Here was a gentleman of Normandy, I've seen myself, and ferv'd against the French, and they can well on horfeback, but this gallant had witchcraft in't, he grew unto his feat, and to fuch wondrous doing brought his horse as he had been incorps'd and demy-natur'd with the brave beast. Hamlet. Or to be naked with her friend in bed, after confining him, brought him before a Bench of country justices, where his own uncle happened to be one of the magiftrates, which lucky circumftance faved him further difgrace and trouble. + Remarkable for felling good French brandy, playing excellently on the German flute, and for telling for twenty years the friendship the late King of France had for him, with the full completion of his happiness with that monarch's mistress, Madam Pompadour, a fiction fo often told, he now believes it himself. Author of the best book on horfemanship printed in the F'nglish language. Css of Bristo Oh infupportable! Oh heavy hour! Methinks it should be now a huge eclipse Of fun and moon, and that th' affrighted globe Should yawn at alteration. C. Othello. D—— of Cd. usüberlass Suppofe my path were even to the crown, So mighty and fo many my defects, That I would rather hide me from my greatness, And God be thank'd there is no need of me. King Richard, A& III. God hath blefs'd you with a good name, to be well favoured is the gift of fortune, but to write and read comes by nature. Duchess of C Much Ado, &c. umberlan d. Maids are May when they are maids; but the sky changes when they are wives.—I will be more jealous of the than a Barbary cock over his hen; * The present C. of B. when the late Duke of K. died, wrote a very extraordinary letter to his excellent friend the prefent D. of Newcastle, ftuffed full of the most bombaftic expreffions. It began thus: "When Julius Cæfar died the world was fill'd with prodigies; fo yesterday morning there was an amazing high wind, juft as my dear Duke departed this life." more more clamorous than a parrot against rain; more new fangled than an ape; more giddy in my defires than a monkey: I will weep for nothing, like Diana in the fountain, I will do that when you are difpofed to be merry. As You Like It, A& IV. And didft not thou defire me to be no more familiar with common people, faying, that ere long they fhould call me Grace? And didft thou not kifs me? Deny it if thou can'ft: I put thee now to thy book oath! Henry IV. Part II. ar-mar Marq. of C-ib-n. -He liv'd in court, Which rare it is to do, moft prais'd, moft lov'd! A fample to the youngest; to the more matur'd, A glafs that featur'd them; and to the graver, A child that guided dotards. Cymb. A& I. hatha Your breath firft kindled the dire coal of war, And brought in matter, that should feed this fire: And now it is too huge to be blown out. King John. I've touch'd the highest point of all my greatness, And from that full meridian of my glory I hafte to my setting. Henry VIII. A& III. O, he fits high in all the people's hearts, Julius Cæfar. |