Between two hawks, which flies the higher pitch;
Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth;
Between two blades, which bears the better temper;
Between two horses, which doth bear him best;
Between two girls, which hath the merriest eye,--
I have perhaps some shallow spirit of judgment;
But in these nice sharp quillets of the law,
Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw.
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
Of all the girls that are so smart,
There's none like pretty Sally.
Wretched un-idea'd girls.
And when with envy Time, transported,
Shall think to rob us of our joys,
You 'll in your girls again be courted,
And I 'll go wooing in my boys.
Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls.
Weave no more silks, ye Lyons looms,
To deck our girls for gay delights!
The crimson flower of battle blooms,
And solemn marches fill the nights.
As an adolescent I aspired to lasting fame, I craved factual certainty, and I thirsted for a meaningful vision of human life - so I became a scientist. This is like becoming an archbishop so you can meet girls.
And Tragedy should blush as much to stoop To the low mimic follies of a farce, As a grave matron would to dance with girls.
If a man works like a horse for his money, there are a lot of girls anxious to take him down the bridal path.
Why should I paint dead fish, onions and beer glasses? Girls are so much prettier.
Modern art is what happens when painters stop looking at girls and persuade themselves that they have a better idea.
A great catch is like watching girls go by, the last one you see is always the prettiest.
Girls blush, sometimes, because they are alive, Half wishing they were dead to save the shame. The sudden blush devours them, neck and brow; They have drawn too near the fire of life, like gnats, And flare up bodily, wings and all.
Boys will be boys. And even that wouldn't matter if only we could prevent girls from being girls.
I marched the lobby, twirled my stick, . . . . The girls all cried, "He's quite the kick."
The restlessness that comes upon girls upon summer evenings results in lasting trouble unless it is speedily controlled. The right kind of man does not look for a wife on the streets, and the right kind of girl waits till the man comes to her home for her.
It's the good girls who keep the diaries; the bad girls never have the time.
I used to think as I looked out on the Hollywood night, "There must be thousands of girls sitting alone like me, dreaming of becoming a movie star. But I'm not going to worry about them. I'm dreaming the hardest.
Little girls, I am in the business of putting old heads on young shoulders, and all my pupils are the crème de la crème. Give me a girl at an impressionable age and she is mine for life.
Most beautiful but dumb girls think they are smart and get away with it, because other people, on the whole, aren't much smarter.
I'm still chasing girls. I don't remember what for, but I'm still chasing them.
A great catch is like watching girls go by the last one you see is always the prettiest.
There are so many girls, and so few princes.
Girls have an unfair advantage over men: if they can't get what they want by being smart, they can get it by being dumb.