Charles Stuart Calverley

But ah! disasters have their use; And life might e'en be too sunshiny...

— Charles Stuart Calverley

Read not Milton, for he is dry; nor Shakespeare, for he wrote of common life.

— Charles Stuart Calverley

Life is with such all beer and skittles. They are not difficult to please About their victuals.

— Charles Stuart Calverley

I can not sing the old songs now! It is not that I deem them low, 'Tis that I can't remember how…

— Charles Stuart Calverley

Go mad, and beat their wives; Plunge (after shocking lives) Razors and carving knives Into their gizzards.

— Charles Stuart Calverley

Oh Beer! Oh Hodgson, Guinness, Allsop, Bass! Names that should be on every infant's tongue! Shall days and months and years and…

— Charles Stuart Calverley

Should ever anything be missed - milk, coals, umbrellas, brandy - the cat's pitched into with a boot or anything that's handy.

— Charles Stuart Calverley

I've read in many a novel, that unless they've souls that grovel-- Folks prefer in fact a hovel to your dreary marble…

— Charles Stuart Calverley

The heart which grief hath cankered, Hath one unfailing remedy - the Tankard.

— Charles Stuart Calverley

Meaning, however, is no great matter.

— Charles Stuart Calverley

I sit alone at present, dreaming darkly of a Dun.

— Charles Stuart Calverley

Precious to me—it is the Dinner Bell. Oh blessed Bell! Thou bringest beef and beer...

— Charles Stuart Calverley

But what is coffee, but a noxious berry, Born to keep used-up Londoners awake?

— Charles Stuart Calverley

The farmer's daughter hath soft brown hair And I met with a ballad, I can't say where, That wholly consisted of lines…

— Charles Stuart Calverley

I cannot sing the old songs now! It is not that I deem them low, 'Tis that I can't remember how They…

— Charles Stuart Calverley

The auld wife sat at her ivied door, (Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese) A thing she had frequently done…

— Charles Stuart Calverley