Reader, if you are gifted with nerves like mine, aspire to any character but that of a wit. — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
A presentation copy...is a copy of a book whoch does not sell, sent you by the author, with his foolish autograph at… — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
He might have proved a useful adjunct, if not an ornament to society. — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
If there be a regal solitude, it is a sick-bed. How the patient lords it there! — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
The laws of Pluto's kingdom know small difference between king and cobbler, manager and call-boy; and, if haply your dates of life… — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
What a dead thing is a clock, with its ponderous embowelments of lead and brass, its pert or solemn dullness of communication,… — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
If thou would'st have me sing and play As once I play'd and sung, First take this time-worn lute away, And bring… — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
The harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that… — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
It is well if the good man himself does not feel his devotions a little clouded, those foggy sensuous steams mingling with… — 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
Shall I ask the brave soldier who fights by my side In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree? — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
A presentation copy, reader,-if haply you are yet innocent of such favours-is a copy of a book which does not sell, sent… — 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 Image
In the indications of female poverty there can be no disguise. No woman dresses below herself from caprice. — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
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 Image
“I love to lose myself in other men's minds. When I am not walking, I am reading.” — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
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 Image
Summer, as my friend Coleridge waggishly writes, has set in with its usual severity. — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
Here cometh April again, and as far as I can see the world hath more fools in it than ever. — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
