He kills in sport, poisons whole nunneries, invents infernal machines.

He is just such an exhibition as a century or two earlier might have been played before the Londoners "by the royal command," when a general pillage and massacre of the Hebrews had been previously resolved on in the cabinet.

It is curious to see a superstition wearing out.

The idea of a Jew, which our pious ancestors contemplated with so much horror, has nothing in it now revolting.

We have tamed the claws of the beast, and pared its nails, and now we take it to our arms, fondle it, write plays to flatter it; it is visited by princes, affects a taste, patronizes the arts, and is the only liberal and gentlemanlike thing in Christendom.
_Doctor Faustus_ .-- The growing horrors of Faustus's last scene are awfully marked by the hours and half hours as they expire, and bring him nearer and nearer to the exactment of his dire compact.