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.'
Quoth she, I 've heard old cunning stagers Say fools for arguments use wagers.
"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
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
Now hang it! Quoth I, as I look'd towards the French coasta man should know something of his own country too, before he goes abroad.Laurence Sterne
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
Marke ye, how she hitteth me on the thombis (Quoth hée)And ye taunt me tyt ouer thumb (Quoth shée)Sens tyt for tat (Quoth I) on euen hand is set.john heywood
She dropped her glove, to prove his love, then looked at him and smiled;He bowed, and in a moment leaped among the lions wild:The leap was quick, return was quick, he has regained his place,Then threw the glove, but not with love, right in the lady's face."By God!" said Francis, "rightly done!" and he rose from where he sat:"No love," Quoth he, "but vanity, sets love a task like that."leigh hunt
"Pray, my dear," Quoth my mother, "have you not forgot to wind up the clock?" — "Good G—!" cried my father, making an exclamation, but taking care to moderate his voice at the same time, — "Did ever woman, since the creation of the world, interrupt a man with such a silly question?"Laurence Sterne
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
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.
Marke ye, how she hitteth me on the thombis (Quoth hée) And ye taunt me tyt ouer thumb (Quoth shée) Sens tyt for tat (Quoth I) on euen hand is set.
"Very astonishing indeed! strange thing!" (Turning the Dumpling round, rejoined the King), "'Tis most extraordinary, then, all this is; It beats Penetti's conjuring all to pieces; Strange I should never of a Dumpling dream! But, Goody, tell me where, where, where's the Seam?" "Sire, there's no Seam," Quoth she; "I never knew That folks did Apple-Dumplings sew." "No!" cried the staring Monarch with a grin; "How, how the devil got the Apple in?"john wolcot
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."
Poor deer, Quoth he, thou makest a testament As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more To that which had too much.