Chapter C: D. WARNER, My Summer in a Garden

He was "free to confess" (whence comes this phrase?
Is't English? No--'tis only parliamentary).

LORD BYRON, _Don Juan_.

"Ah!" says my languid Oxford gentleman, "nothing
new, and nothing true, and no matter."

R. W. EMERSON.

He dropt a tear on Susan's bier,
He seem'd a most despairing swain;
Yet bluer sky brought newer tie,
And would he wish her back again?
The moments fly, and when we die
Will Philly Thistletop complain?
She'll cry and sigh, and--dry her eye,
And let herself be woo'd again.

FREDERICK LOCKER, _London Lyrics_.

One 'ud think, an hear some folks talk, as the
men war 'cute enough to count the corns in a
bag o' wheat wi' only smelling at it. They can
see through a barn door, they can. Perhaps that's the
reason they see so little o' this side on't.

_Mrs. Poyser_, in GEORGE ELIOT's _Adam Bede_.

Thy flattering picture, Phryne, 's like to thee
Only in this--that you both painted be.

JOHN DONNE.

Without black velvet breeches, what is man?

JOHN BRAMSTON, _Man of Taste_.

_A KISS._

Rose kissed me to-day,--
Will she kiss me to-morrow?
Let it be as it may,
Rose kissed me to-day.
But the pleasure gives way
To a savour of sorrow;--
Rose kissed me to-day,--
_Will_ she kiss me to-morrow?

AUSTIN DOBSON, _Proverbs in Porcelain_.

Humility is a virtue all preach, none practise,
and yet everybody is content to hear.

SELDEN, _Table Talk_.

Some say that the primitive tongue
Expressed but the simplest affections;
And swear that the words said or sung
Were nothing but mere interjections.
_Oh! Oh!_ was the signal of pain;
_Ha! Ha!_ was the symptom of laughter;
_Pooh! Pooh!_ was the sign of disdain,
And _Hillo!_ came following after.

Some, taking a different view,
Maintain the old language was fitted
To mark out the objects we knew,
By mimicking sounds they emitted.
_Bow, wow_, was the name of a dog,
_Quack, quack_, was the word for a duckling,
_Hunc, hunc_, would designate a hog,
And _wee, wee_, a pig and a suckling.

LORD NEAVES, _Songs and Verses_.

_A PRACTICAL MAN._--One whose judgment is
not distracted by the power of seeing far before
him.

ANNE EVANS, _Poems and Music_.

For conversation well endued,
She thinks it witty to be rude,
And, placing raillery in railing,
Proclaims aloud your greatest failing.

SWIFT, _A Woman's Mind_.

I have always been more or less mixed up with
Art. I have an uncle who takes photographs--and
I have a servant who takes anything he can
get his hands on.