. . . it tastes well, the bread which you earn yourself. |
'Tis hard with respect to Beauty, that its possessor should not have a life enjoyment of it, but be compelled to resign it after, at the most, some forty years' lease |
'Tis not the dying for a faith that's so hard, Mister Harry - every man of every nation has done that - 'tis the living up to it that is difficult, as I know to my cost |
'Tis strange what a man may do and a woman yet think him an angel |
> A Tragic Story > --- William M. Thackeray > > There lived a sage in days of yore, > And he a handsome pigtail wore; > But wondered much, and sorrowed more, > Because it hung behind him. > > He mused upon this curious case, > And swore he'd change the pigtail's place, > And have it hanging at his face, > Not dangling there behind him. > > Says he, "Ah, the mystery I've found-- > I'll turn me round," > --he turned him round; > But still it hung behind him. > > Then round and round, and out and in, > All day the puzzled sage did spin; > In vain--it mattered not a pin-- > The pigtail hung behind him. > > And right, and left, and round about, > And up, and down, and in, and out > He turned; but still the pigtail stout > Hung steadily behind him. > > And though his efforts never slack, > And though he twist, and twirl, and tack, > Alas! Still faithful to his back, > The pigtail hangs behind him. |
A clever, ugly man every now and then is successful with the ladies, but a handsome fool is irresistible. |
A comfortable career of prosperity, if it does not make people honest, at least keeps them so. |
A fool can no more see his own folly than he can see his ears |
A good laugh is sunshine in the house. |
A man -- I let the truth out -- Who's had almost every tooth out, Cannot sing as once he sang, When he was young as you are young, When he was young and lutes were strung, And love-lamps in the casement hung. |
A woman with fair opportunities, and without an absolute hump, may marry whom she likes. |
Ah vanity of vanities! How wayward the decrees of fate are, How very weak the very wise, How very small the very great are |
All your wish is woman to win, This is the way that boys begin. |
Always remember to take the door-key. |
An evil person is like a dirty window, they never let the light shine through |