Quotes from Richard Harris Barham

He won't, won't he? Then bring me my boots.

I was between A man and a boy, A hobble-de-hoy, A fat, little, punchy concern of sixteen.

His eyes so dim, so wasted each limb, that, heedless of grammar, they all cried, that's him!

A servant's too often a negligent elf; if it's business of consequence, do it yourself!

Thrice happy's the wooing That's not long a-doing! So much time is saved in the billing and cooing -- The ring is now bought, the white favours, and gloves, And all the et cetera which crown people's loves.

Ghosts, like ladies, never speak till spoke to.

And the priests, with awe, As such freaks they saw, Said, "The Devil must be in that little Jackdaw!"

But while you're abroad lead respectable lives; Love your neighbors, and welcome--but don't love their wives!

I was between A man and a boy, A hobble-de-hoy, A fat, little, punchy concern of sixteen.

Tis not her coldness, father, That chills my labouring breast; It's that confounded cucumber I've ate and can't digest.

Thrice happy's the wooing that's not long adoing. So much time is saved in the billing and cooing.

Knight without fear and without reproach.

Ghosts, like ladies, never speak till spoke to.