Rags, which are the reproach of poverty, are the beggar's robes, and graceful insignia of his profession, his tenure, his full dress,… — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
Tis unpleasant to meet a beggar. It is painful to deny him; and, if you relieve him, it is so much out… — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
Reader, if you are gifted with nerves like mine, aspire to any character but that of a wit. — Charles Lamb Copy Share
In the indications of female poverty there can be no disguise. No woman dresses below herself from caprice. — Charles Lamb Copy Share
To sigh, yet feel no pain; To weep, yet scarce know why; To sport an hour with Beauty's chain, Then throw it idly by. — Charles Lamb Copy Share
“I love to lose myself in other men's minds. When I am not walking, I am reading.” — Charles Lamb Copy Share
While childhood, and while dreams, producing childhood, shall be left, imagination shall not have spread her holy wings totally to fly the earth. — Charles Lamb Copy Share
Summer, as my friend Coleridge waggishly writes, has set in with its usual severity. — Charles Lamb Copy Share
Here cometh April again, and as far as I can see the world hath more fools in it than ever. — Charles Lamb Copy Share
A presentation copy...is a copy of a book whoch does not sell, sent you by the author, with his foolish autograph at the beginning… — Charles Lamb Copy Share
Nothing to me is more distasteful than that entire complacency and satisfaction which beam in the countenances of a new married couple; in that… — Charles Lamb Copy Share
Those evening bells! those evening bells! How many a tale their music tells Of youth and home, and that sweet time When last I… — Charles Lamb Copy Share
