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Chapter 403 : "I hardly ever ope my lips," one cries; "Simonides, what think you of m

"I hardly ever ope my lips," one cries; "Simonides, what think you of my rule?"

"If you're a fool, I think you're very wise; If you are wise, I think you are a fool."

Richard Garnett [1835-1906]

Philosopher, whom dost thou most affect, Stoics austere, or Epicurus' sect?

Friend, 'tis my grave infrangible design With those to study, and with these to dine.

Richard Garnett [1835-1906]

Joy is the blossom, sorrow is the fruit, Of human life; and worms are at the root.

Walter Savage Landor [1775-1864]

No truer word, save G.o.d's, was ever spoken, Than that the largest heart is soonest broken.

Walter Savage Landor [1775-1864]

This house, where once a lawyer dwelt, Is now a smith's. Alas!

How rapidly the iron age Succeeds the age of bra.s.s!

William Erskine [1769-1822]

"I would," says Fox, "a tax devise That shall not fall on me."

"Then tax receipts," Lord North replies, "For those you never see."

Richard Brinsley Sheridan [1751-1816]

You beat your pate, and fancy wit will come.

Knock as you please,--there's n.o.body at home.

Alexander Pope [1688-1744]

If a man who turnips cries Cry not when his father dies, 'Tis a proof that he would rather Have a turnip than a father.

Samuel Johnson [1709-1784]

Life is a jest, and all things show it; I said so once, and now I know it.

John Gay [1685-1732]

I am his Highness' dog at Kew.

Pray, sir, tell me,--whose dog are you?

Alexander Pope [1688-1744]

Sir, I admit your general rule, That every poet is a fool, But you yourself may serve to show it, That every fool is not a poet.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge [1772-1834]

Damis, an author cold and weak, Thinks as a critic he's divine; Likely enough; we often make Good vinegar of sorry wine.

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Swans sing before they die--'twere no bad thing Did certain persons die before they sing.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge [1772-1834]

He who in his pocket hath no money Should, in his mouth, be never without honey.

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n.o.bles and heralds, by your leave, Here lies what once was Matthew Prior, The son of Adam and of Eve; Can Bourbon or Na.s.sau claim higher?

Matthew Prior [1664-1721]

Here lie I, Martin Elginbrodde; Hae mercy o' my soul, Lord G.o.d, As I wad do were I Lord G.o.d, And ye were Martin Elginbrodde.