E are never so much disposed to quarrel with others, as when we are dissatisfied with ourselves.
W. Hazlitt, Characteristics.
HE cockney, met in Middlesex, or Surrey,
Is often cold, and always in a hurry.
Frederick Locker, London Lyrics.
PEAKING one day of a newly risen sect of religionists who proscribed the use of animal food, the Archbishop [Whately] said to Dr. Wilson, "Do you know anything, Wilson, of this new sect?" "Yes, my Lord; I have seen their confession of faith, which is a book of cookery."
E. J. Whately's Life of Whately.
ND I do think the amateur cornopean
Should be put down by law—but that's perhaps Utopian.