Quote #84

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... Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on refining. And thought of convincing while they thought of dining; Though equal to all things, for all things unfit; Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit.

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  1. Our Garrick's a salad; for in him we see Oil, vinegar, sugar, and saltness agree!
  2. His conduct still right, with his argument wrong.
  3. We modest Gentlemen don't want for much success among the women.
  4. Here lies David Garrick, describe me, who can, An abridgment of all that was pleasant in man.
  5. Baw! Damme, but I'll fight you both, one after the other! With baskets.
  6. As a wit, if not first, in the very first line.
  7. Oh sir! I must not tell my age. They say women and music should never be dated.
  8. On the stage he was natural, simple, affecting; 'Twas only that when he was off he was acting.

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