Quotes
Quotes - Byrom
God bless the King,--I mean the faith's defender!
God bless--no harm in blessing--the Pretender!
But who pretender is, or who is king,--
God bless us all!--that's quite another thing.
Take time enough: all other graces
Will soon fill up their proper places.
Some say, compar'd to Bononcini,
That Mynheer Handel's but a ninny;
Others aver that he to Handel
Is scarcely fit to hold a candle.
Strange all this difference should be
'Twixt Tweedledum and Tweedledee.
As clear as a whistle.
The point is plain as a pike-staff.
Bone and Skin, two millers thin,
Would starve us all, or near it;
But be it known to Skin and Bone
That Flesh and Blood can't bear it.
Thus adorned, the two heroes, 'twixt shoulder and elbow,
Shook hands and went to 't; and the word it was bilbow.
Christians awake, salute the happy morn Whereon the Saviour of the world was born.
Some say, compared to Bononcini, That Mynheer Handel's but a ninny; Others aver, that he to Handel Is scarcely fit to hold a Candle: Strange all this difference should be, 'Twixt Tweedle-dum and Tweedle-dee!
Some say, that Seignior Bononchini Compar'd to Handel's a mere Ninny; Others aver, to him, that Handel Is scarcely fit to hold a candle. Strange! that such high Disputes shou'd be 'Twixt Tweedledum and Tweedledee.
With more of thanks and less of thought, I strive to make my matters meet; To seek what ancient sages sought, Physic and food in sour and sweet, To take what passes in good part, And keep the hiccups from the heart.
With good and gentle-humored hearts I choose to chat where'er I come Whate'er the subject be that starts. But if I get among the glum I hold my tongue to tell the truth And keep my breath to cool my broth.
In conversation avoid the extremes of forwardness and reserve.
Rose, what is become of thy delicate hue? And where is the violet's beautiful blue? Does aught of its sweetness the blossom beguile? That meadow, those daisies, why do they not smile?
Bone and Skin, two millers thin, Would starve us all, or near it; But be it known to Skin and Bone That Flesh and Blood can't bear it.
I love my neighbor as myself, Myself like him too, by his leave, Nor to his pleasure, power or pelf Came I to crouch, as I conceive. Dame Nature doubtless has designed A man the monarch of his mind.
Take time enough: all other graces Will soon fill up their proper places.
As clear as a whistle.
God bless the King--I mean the faith's defender; God bless (no harm in blessing) the pretender; But who the pretender is, or who is King-- God bless us all--that's quite another thing.
