Quoth the Raven, 'Nevermore'.
The old mayor climbed the belfry tower, The ringers ran by two, by three; "Pull, if ye never pulled before; Good ringers, pull your best," Quoth he. "Play uppe, play uppe, O Boston bells! Ply all your changes, all your swells, Play uppe The Brides of Enderby."jean ingelow
'Takethy beak fromout my heart, and takethy formfrom off my door!' Quoth the raven,'Nevermore.'
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."edgar allan poe
Quoth Sidrophel, If you suppose, Sir Knight, that I am one of those, I might suspect, and take th' alarm, Your bus'ness is but to inform; But if it be, 'tis ne'er the near, You have a wrong sow by the ear.
Ghastly, grim, and ancient Raven, wandering from the Nightly shore, Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore! Quoth the Raven "Nevermore!"
Quoth the Ocean, "Dawn! O fairest, clearest, Touch me with thy golden fingers bland; For I have no smile till thou appearest For the lovely land."jean ingelow
"Sister," Quoth Flesh, "what liv'st thou onNothing but Meditation?anne bradstreet
When I demanded of my friend what viands he preferred,He Quoth: "A large cold bottle, and a small hot bird!"Eugene Field
Well aunt (Quoth Ales) all is well that endes well.Ye Ales, of a good begynnyng comth a good end.john heywood
True (Quoth Ales) thinges doone can not be vndoone,Be they done in due tyme, to late, or to soone,But better late than neuer to repent this,To late (Quoth my aunt) this repentance showd is,Whan the stéede is stolne shut the stable durre.john heywood
Rome was not built in one daie (Quoth he) and yet stoodTill it was finist, as some say, full faire.john heywood
Nought venter nought haue. spare to speake spare to spéede.Vnknowne vnkyst. it is loste that is vnsought.As good séeke nought (Quoth I) as seeke and finde nought.john heywood
What do you say? cried they; do you call it Entelechy or Endelechy? Truly, truly, sweet cousins, Quoth Panurge, we are a silly sort of grout-headed lobcocks, an't please you; be so kind as to forgive us if we chance to knock words out of joint. As for anything else, we are downright honest fellows and true hearts.françois rabelais
"Ay," Quoth my uncle Gloucester, "Small herbs have grace , great weeds do grow apace:" And since, methinks, I would not grow so fast, Because sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste.william shakespeare
A Locanian having plucked all the feathers off from a nightingale and seeing what a little body it had, "surely," Quoth he, "thou art all voice and nothing else." (Vox et præterea nihil.)
Well aunt (Quoth Ales) all is well that endes well. Ye Ales, of a good begynnyng comth a good end.
True (Quoth Ales) thinges doone can not be vndoone, Be they done in due tyme, to late, or to soone, But better late than neuer to repent this, To late (Quoth my aunt) this repentance showd is, Whan the stéede is stolne shut the stable durre.
Rome was not built in one daie (Quoth he) and yet stood Till it was finist, as some say, full faire.
Nought venter nought haue. spare to speake spare to spéede. Vnknowne vnkyst. it is loste that is vnsought. As good séeke nought (Quoth I) as seeke and finde nought.
What, know you not, old man (Quoth he) Your hair is white, your face is wise That Love must kiss that Mortal's eyes Who hopes to see fair Arcady? No gold can buy you entrance there; But beggared Love may go all bare No wisdom won with weariness; But love goes in with Folly's dress No fame that wit could ever win; But only Love may lead Love in. To Arcady, to Arcady.
John Trott was desired by two witty peers To tell them the reason why asses had ears. "An 't please you," Quoth John, "I'm not given to letters; Nor dare I pretend to know more than my betters: Howe'er, from this time I shall ne'er see your graces, As I hope to be saved! without thinking on asses."Oliver Goldsmith
"Once on a time there was a mouse," Quoth she, "Who sick of worldly tears and laughter, grew Enamoured of a sainted privacy; To all terrestrial things he bade adieu, And entered, far from mouse, or cat, or man, A thick-walled cheese, the best of Parmesan."
There is a tradition that, on his return from France, Jefferson called Washington to account at the breakfast-table for having agreed to a second chamber. "Why," asked Washington, "did you pour that coffee into your saucer?" "To cool it," Quoth Jefferson. "Even so," said Washington, "we pour legislation into the senatorial saucer to cool it."
"What is thy name, faire maid?" Quoth he. "Penelophon, O King," Quoth she.
How are you my Abe? Is the list nearly filled Of the sick men and dying of wounded and killed Of widows and tears, or orphans unfed Of poor honest white men struggling for bread? 'Dear Devil,' Quoth Abe, 'I'm doing my best To promote the interest of you and the rest.
Poor deer, Quoth he, thou makest a testament As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more To that which had too much.
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