English Quotes — page 8

O fairest of the feather’d train! For whom I sing, for whom I burn, Attend with pity to my strain, And grant my love a kind return.

With leaden foot Time creeps along While Delia is away: With her, nor plaintive was the song, Nor tedious was the day.Ah, envious Pow’r! reverse my doom; Now double thy career, Strain ev’ry nerve, stretch ev’ry plume,

How happy a thing were a wedding, And a bedding, If a man might purchase a wife For a twelvemonth and a day; But to live with her all a man’s life, For ever and for aye,

There’s an experienced rebel, Time, And in his squadrons Poverty; There’s Age that brings along with him A terrible artillery: And if against all these thou keep’st thy crown, Th’usurper Death will make thee lay it down.

Kings should disdain to die, and only disappear.

The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket, which hung in the well.

Then soon with the emblem of truth overflowing, And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well.

How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view.

"Vot", asked George I courteously, "is the difference between a public nuisance and a public convenience?"

The sun, heavy-eyed from lack of sleep, owing to the system of a staggered summer time, stumbled into the heavens, and with a heavy sigh set about its duties.

Since it is probable that any book flying a bullet in its title is going to produce a corpse sooner or later - here it is.

"Foote," (said lord Sandwich) "I have often wondered what catastrophe would bring you to your end; but I think, that you must either die of the p-x, or the halter." "My lord," (replied Foote instantaneously) "that will depend upon one of …

He made him a hut, wherein he did put The carcass of Robinson Crusoe. O poor Robinson Crusoe!

Born in a cellar, and living in a garret.

The next grand extensions of mathematical physics will, in all likelihood, be furnished by quaternions.

[Examiners] spend their lives in discovering which pages of a text-book a man ought to read and which will not be likely to 'pay'.

Oh, that's nothing – I could coach a coal scuttle to be Senior Wrangler.

Thy soft-breathed hopes with magic might Have chased from my soul the shades of night

How hushed and still are earth and air, How lanquid 'neath the sun's firece ray- Drooping and faint flowers fair, On this hot, sultry, summer day!

...the wild flowers blooming in hushed solitude Start not at the whispering, 'tis but the breeze

Printer to the Queen.

They may the better fish in the water when it is troubled.

Thirty dayes hath Nouember, Aprill, June and September, February hath xxviii alone, And all the rest haue xxxi.

Prayer is the pulse of the renewed soul; and the constancy of its beat is the test and measure of the spiritual life.