He is a Patron who looks down, / With careless eyes on men who drown; / But if they chance to reach the land, / Encumbers them with helping hand — Henry Austin Dobson Copy Share Image
In merest prudence men should teach . . . That science ranks as monstrous things Two pairs of upper limbs; so wings-- E'en Angel's wings!--are fictions. — Henry Austin Dobson Copy Share Image
Fame is a food that dead men eat, I have no stomach for such meat. — Henry Austin Dobson Copy Share Image
In the School of Coquettes Madam Rose is a scholar,-O, they fish with all nets In the School of Coquettes! When her brooch she… — Henry Austin Dobson Copy Share Image
“Time goes, you say? Ah no! Alas, Time stays, we go; Or else, were this not so, What need to chain the hours, For… — Henry Austin Dobson Copy Share Image
He is a Patron who looks down, / With careless eyes on men who drown; / But if they chance to reach the land,… — Henry Austin Dobson Copy Share Image
All passes, Art alone Enduring stays to us; The Bust out-lasts the throne,-- The coin, Tiberius. — Henry Austin Dobson Copy Share Image
Old books, old wine, old Nankin blue;- All things, in short, to which belong The charm, the grace that Time makes strong, All these… — Henry Austin Dobson Copy Share Image
All the seasons run their race In this quiet resting-place; Peach, and apricot, and fig Here will ripen, and grow big; Here is store… — Henry Austin Dobson Copy Share Image
The ladies of St. James's! They're painted to the eyes; Their white is stays for ever, Their red it never dies; But Phyllida, my… — Henry Austin Dobson Copy Share Image
O, Love's but a dance, Where Time plays the fiddle! See the couples advance - O, Love's but a dance! A whisper, a glance,… — Henry Austin Dobson Copy Share Image
