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-BIBLIOGRAPHIC RECORD
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!”
