|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|Tom Brown. (16631704)|
| I do not love thee, Doctor Fell,|
The reason why I cannot tell;
But this alone I know full well,
I do not love thee, Doctor Fell. 1
| To treat a poor wretch with a bottle of Burgundy, and fill his snuff-box, is like giving a pair of laced ruffles to a man that has never a shirt on his back. 2|
| In the reign of Charles II. a certain worthy divine at Whitehall thus addressed himself to the auditory at the conclusion of his sermon: In short, if you dont live up to the precepts of the Gospel, but abandon yourselves to your irregular appetites, you must expect to receive your reward in a certain place which t is not good manners to mention here. 3|
A slightly different version is found in Browns Works collected and published after his death:
Non amo te, Sabidi, nec possum dicere quare;
Hoc tantum possum dicere, non amo te
(I do not love thee, Sabidius, nor can I say why; this only I can say, I do not love thee).Martial: Epigram i. 33.
Je ne vous aime pas, Hylas;
Je nen saurois dire la cause,
Je sais seulement une chose;
Cest que je ne vous aime pas.
Bussy: Comte de Rabutin. (16181693.) [back]
Like sending them ruffles, when wanting a shirt.Sorbienne (16101670).
Oliver Goldsmith: The Haunch of Venison. [back]
Who never mentions hell to ears polite.Alexander Pope: Moral Essays, epistle iv. line 149. [back]