Sir Andrew. "Faith, so they say; but I think it rather consists of eating and drinking."
Twelfth Night, Act II., Scene 3.
HE thought "Wives and Daughters" "so jolly;"
"Had I read it?" She knew that I had:
Like the rest, I should dote upon "Molly;"
And "poor Mrs. Gaskell—how sad!"
"Like Browning?" "But so-so." His proof lay
Too deep for her frivolous mood,
That preferred your mere metrical soufflé
To the stronger poetical food;
Yet at times he was good—"as a tonic:"
Was Tennyson writing just now?
And was this new poet Byronic,
And clever, and naughty, or how?
Austin Dobson, Vignettes in Rhyme.
LD friends are best. King James used to call for his old shoes; they were easiest for his feet.
Selden, Table Talk.
