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• Corrupted freemen are the worst of slaves.
  -- David Garrick (1716-1779) -- Prologue to the Gameste...
• Their cause I plead,--plead it in heart and mind; A fellow-feeling makes one wondrous kind.
  -- David Garrick (1716-1779) -- Prologue on Quitting the Stage in 1776...
• Here lies Nolly Goldsmith, for shortness called Noll, Who wrote like an angel, and talk'd like poor Poll.
  -- David Garrick (1716-1779) -- Impromptu Epitaph on Goldsmith...
• Satire = Tragedy + Time
• You think they are crusaders sent From some infernal clime, To pluck the eyes of sentiment And dock the tail of Rhyme, To crack the voice of Melody And break the legs of Time.
  -- Oliver Wendell Holmes (1809-1894) -- The Music-Grinde...
• Hearts of oak are our ships, Hearts of oak are our men.
  -- David Garrick (1716-1779) -- Hearts of Oak...
• Let others hail the rising sun: I bow to that whose course is run.
  -- David Garrick (1716-1779) -- On the Death of Mr. Pelham...
• This scholar, rake, Christian, dupe, gamester, and poet.
  -- David Garrick (1716-1779) -- Jupiter and Mercury...
• Still may syllabes jar with time, Still may reason war with rhyme, Resting never!
  -- Ben Jonson (1573-1637) -- Underwoods. Fit of Rhyme against Rhyme...