Wet Quotes
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A cat may look at a king.
John Simpson— The Oxford Dictionary of Proverbs (Illustrated ed., p. 400)
We have a wretched motley crew, in the fleet; the marines the refuse of every regiment, and the seamen, few of them, ever wet with salt water.
benedict arnold— Letter to General Gates (21 September 1776), in Battle of Valcour on Lake Champlain, October 11th, 1776 by Peter Sailly Palmer (1876, p. 5)
A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast And fills the white and rustling sails, And bends the gallant mast! And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England in the lee.
Allan Cunningham— Allan Cunningham, Songs of Scotland, A Wet Sheet and a Flowing Sea.
A wet sheet and a flowing sea,A wind that follows fast,And fills the white and rustling sail,And bends the gallant mast.And bends the gallant mast, my boys,While like the eagle freeAway the good ship flies, and leavesOld England on the lee.
Allan Cunningham— "A Wet Sheet and a Flowing Sea"; reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
Thus does the white swan, as he lies on the wet grass, when the Fates summon him, sing at the fords of Mæander.
ovid— Ovid, Epigram VII. Riley's translation.
The surface of the earth is the shore of the cosmic ocean. From it we have learned most of what we know. Recently, we have waded a little out to sea, enough to dampen our toes or, at most, wet out ankles. The water seems inviting.
carl sagan— Cosmos, Chapter 1 (1985, p. 2)
Crossing the striplingThames at Bab-lock-hithe, Trailing in the cool stream thy fingers wet, 32 As the slow punt swings round.
Matthew Arnold— 1853 Poems: A New Edition,'The Scholar-Gipsy', l.74-6.
So have I heard the cuckoo's parting cry, From the wet field, through the vext garden trees, Come with the volleying rain and tossing breeze: 'The bloom is gone, and with the bloom go I.'
Matthew Arnold— New Poems, 'Thyrsis', l. 57-60 (1866)
His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow— 1840 'The VillageBlacksmith', stanza 2. Collectedin Ballads and other Poems (1841).
You are offered a piece of bread and butter that feels like a damp handkerchiefand sometimes, when cucumber is added to it, like a wet one.
Sir (Edward Montague) Compton MacKenzie— 1927 Vestal Fire, bk.1, ch.3.
Here's the lily, here the roseHer full chalice shall disclose;Here's narcissus wet with dew,Windflower and the violet blue.Wear the garland I have made;Crowned with it, put pride away;For the wreath that blooms must fade;Thou thyself must fade some day, Rhodocleia.
maurice baring— "The Garland", from Orpheus in Mayfair and Other Stories and Sketches
Why don't you get out of that wet coat and into a dry martini?
robert benchley— Spoken to Ginger Rogers in the film, The Major and the Minor (1942)
They are like glistening wet otters frolicking.
Boris Johnson— Telegraph column, 31 July 2012
— On woman's beach volleyball at the 2012 Olympic Games.
There are two moments in the life of any fag that you can never forget: your first kiss with another man and your first argument with a heterosexual friend that doesn't get the difference between being a homosexual and wanting to be a woman. On first sight I can't calibrate which will be repeated more times during our sexually emancipated lifetime. Lucky enough, I can tell which we all prefer to be repeated: the argument with the heterosexual friend... if it ends in a long , wet, passionate kiss.
miss shangay lily— Miss Shangay Lily, Mari, ¿me pasas el poppers?
Thee at the ferry Oxford riders blithe, Returning home on summer-nights, have met Crossing the stripling Thames at Bab-lock-hithe, Trailing in the cool stream thy fingers wet, As the punt’s rope chops round.
Matthew Arnold— St. 8. (The Scholar Gypsy (1853))
I can show you who's the man Let me show you with my hands I just want you close to me I'll get you wet Just wait and see
eamon— "I Want You So Bad"
The sweetest teaching did he introduce, Concealing truth under untrue speech. The place he spoke of as the gods' abode Was that by which he might awe humans most, The place from which, he knew, terrors came to mortals And things advantageous in their wearisome life The revolving heaven above, in which dwell The lightnings, and awesome claps Of thunder, and the starry face of heaven, Beautiful and intricate by that wise craftsman Time, From which, too, the meteor's glowing mass speeds And wet thunderstorm pours forth upon the earth.
Euripides— Sisyphus as translated by R. G. Bury, and revised by J. Garrett
If all those people are getting wet to welcome me, surely the least I can do is get wet too!
yuri gagarin— Asking for the roof of his car to be put back despite the pouring rain, during his visit to Manchester (12 July 1961), as quoted in "Yuri Gagarin: Mankind's first giant leap" in The Economist (3 August 2011)
Woman is [...] finally screwing and your groin and buttocks and thighs ache like hell and you're all wet and maybe bloody and it wasn't like a Hollywood movie at all but jesus at least you're not a virgin any more but is this what it's all about? And meanwhile he's asking, "Did you come?"
robin morgan— "Barbarous Rituals", in Going Too Far: The Personal Chronicle of a Feminist, p 110.
And I shall drive my chariot Down your streets and cry 'Hey, it's me, I'm dynamite And I don't know why' We shall walk and talk In gardens all misty wet with rain And I will never, never, never Grow so old again
van morrison— Sweet Thing
Digital files cannot be made uncopyable, any more than water can be made not wet.
— Bruce Schneier 2001 [17] (Sourced)
There's a dear little plant that grows in our isle, 'Twas St. Patrick himself sure that set it; And the sun on his labor with pleasure did smile, And with dew from his eye often wet it. It thrives through the bog, through the brake, and the mireland; And he called it the dear little shamrock of Ireland The sweet little shamrock, the dear little shamrock, The sweet little, green little, shamrock of Ireland!
andrew cherry— Andrew Cherry, Green little Shamrock of Ireland.
Children are like wet cement. Whatever falls on them makes an impression.
— Quoted in Practical Parenting Tips By Vicki Lansky, p.190
Some write, confin'd by physic; some, by debt; Some, for 'tis Sunday; some, because 'tis wet; Another writes because his father writ, And proves himself a bastard by his wit.
Edward Young— Edward Young, Epistles to Mr. Pope (1830), Epistle I, line 75.
Their books of stature small they take in hand, Which with pellucid horn secured are; To save from finger wet the letters fair.
william shenstone— William Shenstone, The Schoolmistress, Stanza 18.
The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, And violets bathe in the wet o' the morn.
Robert Burns— Robert Burns, My Nannie's Awa.
The aquilegia sprinkled on the rocks A scarlet rain; the yellow violet Sat in the chariot of its leaves; the phlox Held spikes of purple flame in meadows wet, And all the streams with vernal-scented reed Were fringed, and streaky bells of miskodeed.
bayard taylor— Home and Travel, Mon-Da-Min, Stanza 17.
She was a good deal shock'd; not shock'd at tears, For women shed and use them at their liking; But there is something when man's eye appears wet, still more disagreeable and striking.
lord byron— Lord Byron, Don Juan (1818-24), Canto V, Stanza 118.
