Each change of many-colourd life he drew, Exhausted worlds, and then imagined new: Existence saw him spurn her bounded reign, And panting Time toild after him in vain. Dr. Johnson.Prologue 1747, Line 3, at the opening of Drury Lane.
Ay, that dd Shakespeare! I hear the fellow was nothing but a deer-stealer in Warwickshire. If he had sold the venison, there would have been some sense in that; he would have made money by it; a better trade than writing playsWhat right had my son to read Shakespeare; I never read Shakespeare. Murphy.The Apprentice, Act I. Scene 1.