Part 54 (1/2)
CRABB ROBINSON, _Diary_.
When a felon's not engaged in his employment, Or maturing his felonious little plans, His capacity for innocent enjoyment Is just as great as any honest man's.
W. S. GILBERT, _Pirates of Penzance_.
She's an angel in a frock With a fascinating c.o.c.k To her nose.
FREDERICK LOCKER, _London Lyrics_.
To speak highly of one with whom we are intimate is a species of egotism.
W. HAZLITT, _Characteristics_.
The annals of our native land were lapsed in doubt and mystery, Till Mr. Freeman t'other day discovered English History, And now admonishes the world it is his fixed intention To make it a monopoly and patent the invention.
F. D., in _Pall Mall Gazette_.
”It is rather sad,” sighed Virginia, as she dived into a box of French chocolate-creams, ”to think that all the poor people are drowned that these things belonged to.”
”They are not dead,” said the Professor: ”they still live on this holy and stupendous earth. They live in the use we are making of all they had got together. The owner of those chocolate-creams is immortal because you are eating them.”
Virginia licked her lips, and said, ”Nonsense!”
”It is not nonsense,” said the Professor. ”It is the religion of Humanity.”
W. H. MALLOCK, _The New Paul and Virginia_.
The sort of fun I witnessed there _was_ ”awful;”
Buffoonery devoid of all That makes an art of folly, Music that was ”most music-hall,”
To hear ”most melancholy.”
J. R. PLANCHe, _Songs and Poems_.
You are a woman; you must never speak what you think: your words must contradict your thoughts: but your actions may contradict your words. So, when I ask you if you can love me, you must say no; but you must love me too. If I tell you you are handsome, you must deny it, and say I flatter you; and you must think yourself more charming than I speak you, and like me for the beauty I say you have, as much as if I had it myself.
_Tattle_, in CONGREVE's _Love for Love_.
Dear Poet, do not rhyme at all!
But if you must, don't tell your neighbour, Or five in six, who cannot scrawl, Will dub you donkey for your labour.
Be patient, but be sure you won't Win vogue without extreme vexation; Yet hope for sympathy,--but don't Expect it from a near relation.
FREDERICK LOCKER, _London Lyrics_.