John Wolcot Quotes

Midas, they say, possessed the art of old; Of turning whatsoe'er he touch'd to gold; This modern statesmen can reverse with ease - Touch them with gold, they'll turn to what you please.

Every gift, though it be small, is in reality great if given with affection.

The greatest men May ask a foolish question, now and then.

Enjoy thy stream, O harmless fish; And when an angler for his dish, Through gluttony's vile sin, Attempts, the wretch, to pull thee out, God give thee strength, O gentle trout, To pull the rascal in!

People may have too much of a good thing: Full as an egg of wisdom thus I sing.

It is money makes the mare to trot.

What rage for fame attends both great and small! Better be damned than mentioned not at all.

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.

Some one has said of a fine and honorable old age, that it was the childhood of immortality.

No, let the monarch's bags and others hold The flattering, mighty, nay, al-mighty gold.

Thus every dog at last will have his day - He who this morning smiled, at night may sorrow; The grub today's a butterfly tomorrow.

With vivid words your just conceptions grace, Much truth compressing in a narrow space; Then many shall peruse, but few complain, And envy frown, and critics snarl in vain.

A fellow in a market town, Most musical, cried razors up and down.

O delicious kiss, Why thou so sudden art gone? Lost in the moment thou art won?

Care to our coffin adds a nail, no doubt, And every grin so merry draws one out.