The reading or non-reading a book will never keep down a single petticoat. |
The reason that adulation is not displeasing is that, though untrue, it shows one to be of consequence enough, in one way or other, to induce people to lie. |
The simple Wordsworth . . . / Who, both by precept and example, shows / That prose is verse, and verse is merely prose. |
The spirit burning but unbent, / May writhe, rebel - the weak alone repent! |
The sword outwears its sheath, and the soul wears out the breast. And the heart must pause to breathe, and love itself have rest. |
The tenor's voice is spoilt by affectation, And for the bass, the beast can only bellow; In fact, he had no singing education, An ignorant, noteless, timeless, tuneless fellow. |
The tourture we desire is the greatest of all. |
The very best of vineyards is the cellar |
The way to be immortal (I mean not to die at all) is to have me for your heir. I recommend you to put me in your will and you will see that (as long as I live at least) you will never even catch cold. |
The world is a bundle of hay, / Mankind are the asses who pull; / Each tugs it a different way, / And the greatest of all is John Bull. |
The would-be wits and can't-be gentlemen, I leave them to their daily "tea is ready," Smug coterie and literary lady |
Then farewell, Horace; whom I hated so, / Not for thy faults, but mine. |
Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt / In solitude, where we are least alone. |
There be none of Beauty's daughters / With a magic like thee. |
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but Nature more. |