In a bowl to sea went wise men three, On a brilliant night of June: They carried a net, and their hearts were set On fishing up the moon. — Thomas Love Peacock Copy Share Image
Seamen three! what men be ye? Gotham's three Wise Men we be. Whither in your bowl so free? To rake the moon from out the sea. The bowl goes trim. The moon doth shine, And our ballast is old wine. — Thomas Love Peacock Copy Share Image
But though first love's impassioned blindness Has passed away in colder light, I still have thought of you with kindness, And shall do, till… — Thomas Love Peacock Copy Share
Names are changed more readily than doctrines, and doctrines more readily than ceremonies. — Thomas Love Peacock Copy Share
“She discovered, when it was too late, that she had mistaken the means for the end—that riches, rightly used, are instruments of happiness, but… — Thomas Love Peacock Copy Share
Man yields to death; and man's sublimest works Must yield at length to Time. — Thomas Love Peacock Copy Share
When Scythrop grew up, he was sent, as usual, to a public school, where a little learning was painfully beaten into him, and from… — Thomas Love Peacock Copy Share
“He had some taste for romance reading before he went to the university, where, we must confess, in justice to his college, he was… — Thomas Love Peacock Copy Share
I like the immaterial world. I like to live among thoughts and images of the past and the possible, and even of the impossible,… — Thomas Love Peacock Copy Share
Marriage may often be a stormy lake, but celibacy is almost always a muddy horse pond. — Thomas Love Peacock Copy Share
“On the top of Cadair Idris, I felt how happy a man might be with a little money and a sane intellect, and reflected… — Thomas Love Peacock Copy Share
There are two reasons for drinking wine...when you are thirsty, to cure it; the other, when you are not thirsty, to prevent it... prevention… — Thomas Love Peacock Copy Share
In a bowl to sea went wise men three, On a brilliant night of June: They carried a net, and their hearts were set… — Thomas Love Peacock Copy Share
How troublesome is day! It calls us from our sleep away; It bids us from our pleasant dreams awake, And sends us forth to… — Thomas Love Peacock Copy Share
The truth, I am convinced, is that there is no longer a poetical audience among the higher class of minds, that moral, political, and… — Thomas Love Peacock Copy Share
The highest wisdom and the highest genius have been invariably accompanied with cheerfulness. We have sufficient proofs on record that Shakespeare and Socrates were… — Thomas Love Peacock Copy Share
