John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron. (1788–1824) (continued) |
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| When Bishop Berkeley said “there was no matter,” And proved it,—’t was no matter what he said. 1 |
| Don Juan. Canto xi. Stanza 1. |
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| And after all, what is a lie? ’T is but The truth in masquerade. |
| Don Juan. Canto xi. Stanza 37. |
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| ’T is strange the mind, that very fiery particle, Should let itself be snuff’d out by an article. |
| Don Juan. Canto xi. Stanza 59. |
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| Of all tales ’t is the saddest,—and more sad, Because it makes us smile. |
| Don Juan. Canto xiii. Stanza 9. |
| 5810 |
| Cervantes smil’d Spain’s chivalry away. |
| Don Juan. Canto xiii. Stanza 11. |
| 5811 |
| Society is now one polish’d horde, Formed of two mighty tribes, the Bores and Bored. |
| Don Juan. Canto xiii. Stanza 95. |
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| All human history attests That happiness for man,—the hungry sinner!— Since Eve ate apples, much depends on dinner. 2 |
| Don Juan. Canto xiii. Stanza 99. |
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| ’T is strange, but true; for truth is always strange,— Stranger than fiction. |
| Don Juan. Canto xiv. Stanza 101. |
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| The Devil hath not, in all his quiver’s choice, An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice. |
| Don Juan. Canto xv. Stanza 13. |
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| A lovely being, scarcely formed or moulded, A rose with all its sweetest leaves yet folded. |
| Don Juan. Canto xv. Stanza 43. |
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| Friendship is Love without his wings. |
| L’Amitié est l’Amour sans Ailes. |
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| I awoke one morning and found myself famous. |
| Memoranda from his Life, by Moore, Chap. xiv. |
| Note 1. What is mind? No matter. What is matter? Never mind.—T. H. Key (once Head Master of University College School). On the authority of F. J. Furnivall. [back] |
| Note 2. For a man seldom thinks with more earnestness of anything than he does of his dinner.—Piozzi: Anecdotes of Samuel Johnson, p. 149. [back] |