HE second canto of the "Pleasures of Memory," as published in the first edition, commenced with the lines—
"Sweet memory, wafted by thy gentle gale,
Oft up the tide of Time I turn my sail."
[A] critic remarked on this passage that it suggested the alliteration—
"Oft up the tide of Time I turn my tail."
Rogers, Table Talk.
LIKE the man who makes a pun,
Or drops a deep remark;
I like philosophy or fun—
A lecture or a lark;
But I despise the men who gloat
Inanely over anecdote.
Ah me! I'd rather live alone
Upon a desert isle,
Without a voice except my own
To cheer me all the while,
Than dwell with men who learn by rote
Their paltry funds of anecdote.
H. S. Leigh, Carols of Cockayne.