"Her feet beneath her petticoat, Like little mice, stole in and out, As if they fear'd the light: But O, she dances such a way! No sun upon an Easter-day Is half so fine a sight."

"The maid—and thereby hangs a tale; For such a maid no Whitson-ale Could ever yet produce: No grape, that’s kindly ripe, could be So round, so plump, so soft as she, Nor half so full of juice."

"They who know all the wealth they have, are poor; He's only rich that cannot tell his store."

"If I a fancy take To black and blue, That fancy doth it beauty make."

"O! for some honest lover's ghost, Some kind unbodied post Sent from the shades below! I strangely long to know, Whether the nobler chaplets wear, Those that their mistress' scorn did bear, Or those that were us'd kindly."

"Sure Beauty's empires, like to greater states, Have certain periods set, and hidden fates."

"I thought to undermine the heart By whispering in the ear."

"'Tis now, since I sat down before That foolish fort, a heart, (Time strangely spent), a year and more, And still I did my part."

"Love is the fart Of every heart; It pains a man when 'tis kept close, And others doth offend when 'tis let loose."

"Her face is like the Milky Way i' the sky, A meeting of gentle lights without a name."

"She's pretty to walk with, And witty to talk with, And pleasant, too, to think on."

"High characters (cries one); and he would see Things that ne'er were, nor are, nor ne'er will be."

"Just so, i' th' nick! i' th' very nick of time!"

"A health to the nut-brown lass, With the hazel eyes: let it pass. ... As much to the lively grey; 'Tis as good i' th' night as day."

"The Prince of Darkness is a gentleman: Mahu, Mahu is his name."

"But, as when an authentic watch is shown, Each man winds up and rectifies his own; So in our very judgments."

"Our sins, like to our shadows, When our day is in its glory, scarce appear: Towards our evening how great and monstrous They are!"

"Why so pale and wan, fond lover Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale? ... Quit, quit, for shame, this will not move: This cannot take her. If of herself she cannot love, Nothing can make her: The devil take her!"

"I prithee send me back my heart, Since I cannot have thine; For if from yours you will not part, Why then shouldst thou have mine?"

"Women enjoy'd (whate'er before th' have been) Are like romances read, or sights once seen: Fruition's dull, and spoils the play much more Than if one read or knew the plot before. 'Tis expectation makes a blessing dear; Heaven were not heaven, if we knew what it were."

"With orient pearl, with ruby red, With marble white, with sapphire blue, Her body every way is fed, Yet soft in touch, and sweet in view:"

"Her neck is like a stately tower, Where Love himself imprison'd lies"

"Heigh, ho, fair Rosalynde!"

"Since war is a vulgar business it was right that the leading unofficial recruiter should have been the greatest vulgarian of the day. Horatio Bottomley, editor of John Bull, was sufficiently moved by the spirit of 1914 to inform his friends that he was making a complete break with his 'sordid past'. His ambition was to be Director of Recruiting, preferably with a seat in the Cabinet, but he was tactfully assured by Asquith that he would be more use to the country in an unofficial capacity. The public who cheered the patriotic speeches of the People's Tribune were unaware of the high fees he received for delivering them (between £50 and £100 a meeting, sometimes more)."

"Bottomley...was a genial rascal and took the line that people who were fools enough to be duped by his swindles deserved all they got."

"No, reaping."

"I have not had your advantages, gentlemen. What poor education I have received has been gained in the University of Life."

"Well, damn it all, it's only sixpence, I know, but I suppose he has to begin somewhere."

"A good many causes tend to make good masters and mistresses quite as rare as good servants.... The large and rapid fortunes by which vulgar and ignorant people become possessed of splendid houses, splendidly furnished, do not, of course, give them the feelings and manners of gentle folks, or in any way really raise them above the servants they employ, who are quite aware of this fact, and that the possession of wealth is literally the only superiority their employers have over them."

"Simplicity is a great element of good breeding."

"I want to do everything in the world that can be done."

"As for the exhortation with which Mr. ------ closes his letter, that I will not "go down to my husband's plantation prejudiced against what I am to find there," I know not well how to answer it. Assuredly I am going prejudiced against slavery, for I am an Englishwoman, in whom the absence of such a prejudice would be disgraceful."

"Though the Negroes are fed, clothed, and housed, and though the Irish peasant is starved, naked, and roofless, the bare name of freemen—the lordship over his own person, the power to choose and will—are blessings beyond food, raiment, or shelter; possessing which, the want of every comfort of life is yet more tolerable than their fullest enjoyment without them."

"What a dark world—who knows?— Ours to inhabit is! One touch and what a strange Glory might burst on us, What a hid universe!"

"How full and rich a world Theirs to inhabit is— Sweet scent of grass and bloom, Playmates’ glad symphony, Cool touch of western wind, Sunshine’s divine caress. How should they know or feel They are in darkness? But, oh, the miracle! If a Redeemer came, Laid finger on their eyes— One touch and what a world, New-born in loveliness!"

"An Edward's England spat us out - a band Foredoomed to redden Vistula or Rhine, And leaf-like toss with every wind malign. All mocked the faith they could not understand."

"The past is our cradle, not our prison, and there is danger as well as appeal in its glamour. The past is for inspiration, not imitation, for continuation, not repetition."

"Oh, for the simple life, For tents and starry skies!"

"America is God's Crucible, the great Melting-Pot where all the races of Europe are melting and re-forming!"

"No... the real American has not yet arrived. He is only in the Crucible, I tell you—he will be the fusion of all races, perhaps the coming superman."

"Scratch the Christian and you find the pagan — spoiled."

"No Jew was ever fool enough to turn Christian unless he was a clever man."

"No nice men are good at getting taxis."

"Hats divide generally into three classes: offensive hats, defensive hats, and shrapnel."

"There are some circles in America where it seems to be more socially acceptable to carry a hand-gun than a packet of cigarettes."

"I wouldn't say when you've seen one Western you've seen the lot; but when you've seen the lot you get the feeling you've seen one."

"The main purpose of children's parties is to remind you that there are children more awful than your own."

"A food is not necessarily essential just because your child hates it."

"The best careers advice given to the young ... is "Find out what you like doing best and get someone to pay you for doing it.""

"Any committee that is the slightest use is composed of people who are too busy to want to sit on it for a second longer than they have to."