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C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.

Peter Pindar

  • Care to our coffin adds a nail, no doubt;
  • And every grin, so merry, draws one out.
  • Discord, a sleepless hag, who never dies,
  • With snipe-like nose and ferret-glowing eyes,
  • Lean sallow cheeks, long chin, with beard supplied,
  • Poor crackling joints, and wither’d parchment hide,
  • As if old drums, worn out with martial din,
  • Had clubb’d their yellow heads to form her skin.
  • O delicious kiss,
  • Why thou so suddenly art gone?
  • Lost in the moment thou art won?
  • The turnpike road to people’s hearts, I find,
  • Lies through their mouths, or I mistake mankind.
  • To wear long faces, just as if our Maker,
  • The God of goodness, was an undertaker.
  • Wedlock’s a saucy, sad, familiar state,
  • Where folks are very apt to scold and hate:—
  • Love keeps a modest distance, is divine,
  • Obliging, and says ev’ry thing that’s fine.
  • Wit, says an author that I do not know,
  • Is like Time’s scythe—cuts down both friend and foe;—
  • Ready, each object, tiger-like, to leap on!
  • “Lord! what a butcher this same wit!”