“Oh, dry the glistening tear that dues that marshal cheek Thy loving childern here in them thy comfort seek With sympathetic care their arms around the creep, For oh they can not bear to see their father weep” — W.S. Gilbert Copy Share Image
“Father, I am welling over with limpid joy! No sicklying taint of sorrow overlies the lucid lake of liquid love, upon which, hand in hand, Aline and I are to float into eternity!” — W.S. Gilbert Copy Share Image
“CHORUS What, never? CAPTAIN No, never! CHORUS What, never? CAPTAIN Well, hardly ever!” — W.S. Gilbert Copy Share Image
“This particularly rapid, unintelligible patter Isn't generally heard, and if it is it doesn't matter, This particularly rapid, unintelligible patter Isn't generally heard, and… — W.S. Gilbert Copy Share Image
“Gilbert's response to being told they (the words 'ruddy' and 'bloody') meant the same thing was: "Not at all, for that would mean that… — W.S. Gilbert Copy Share Image
“Now then, we've had a capital lunch, and we're quite ready. Have all the painful preparations been made?” — W.S. Gilbert Copy Share Image
“Sing 'Hey to you — good-day to you' — Sing 'Bah to you — ha! ha! to you' — Sing 'Booh to you —… — W.S. Gilbert Copy Share Image
“Oh, dry the glistening tear that dues that marshal cheek Thy loving childern here in them thy comfort seek With sympathetic care their arms… — W.S. Gilbert Copy Share Image
“Father, I am welling over with limpid joy! No sicklying taint of sorrow overlies the lucid lake of liquid love, upon which, hand in… — W.S. Gilbert Copy Share Image
“The meaning doesn't matter if it's only idle chatter of a transcendental kind.” — W.S. Gilbert Copy Share Image
“I mean to rule the earth, As he the sky — We really know our worth, The sun and I” — W.S. Gilbert Copy Share Image
“Wafted by a favouring gale As one sometimes is in trances, To a height that few can scale, Save by long and weary dances” — W.S. Gilbert Copy Share Image
“Merely corroborative detail intended to give artistic verisimilitude to a bald and——” — W.S. Gilbert Copy Share Image
“There was an old man of St. Bees, Who was stung in the arm by a wasp; When they asked, "Does it hurt?" He… — W.S. Gilbert Copy Share Image
