| C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917. | | | | J. G. Saxe |
| | | | At Learnings fountain it is sweet to drink, |
| But tis a nobler privilege to think. |
| 1 |
| | Give me kisses! Nay, tis true |
| I am just as rich as you; |
| And for every kiss I owe, |
| I can pay you back, you know. |
| Kiss me, then, |
| Every momentand again. |
| 2 |
| | God bless the man who first invented sleep! |
| So Sancho Panza said and so say I; |
| And bless him, also, that he didnt keep |
| His great discovery to himself, nor try |
| To make it,as the lucky fellow might |
| A close monopoly by patent right. |
| 3 |
| | Golden hair, like sunlight streaming |
| On the marble of her shoulder. |
| 4 |
| | He says a thousand pleasant things |
| But never says Adieu. |
| 5 |
| | I love vast libraries; yet there is a doubt, |
| If one be better with them or without |
| Unless he use them wisely, and, indeed, |
| Knows the high art of what and how to read. |
| 6 |
| | I will touch |
| My mouth unto the leaves, caressingly; |
| And so wilt thou. Thus, from these lips of mine |
| My message will go kissingly to thine, |
| With more than Fancys load of luxury, |
| And prove a true love-letter. |
| 7 |
| | Say, what is life? Tis to be born |
| A helpless babe, to greet the light |
| With a sharp wail, as if the morn |
| Foretold a cloudy noon and night; |
| To weep, to sleep, and weep again, |
| With sunny smiles between; and then? |
| 8 |
| Alas! poor human nature, pity, if hard pressed, degenerates into contempt. | 9 |
| Beauty intoxicates the eye, as wine does the body; both are morally fatal if indulged. | 10 |
| Order is the primary regulation of the celestial regions. | 11 | | |
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