Charles Stuart Calverley Quotes

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

Charles Stuart Calverley

#2. 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

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

Charles Stuart Calverley

#4. I've read in many a novel, that unless they've souls that grovel
Folks prefer in fact a hovel to your dreary marble halls.

Charles Stuart Calverley

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

Charles Stuart Calverley

#6. Meaning, however, is no great matter.

Charles Stuart Calverley

#7. Oh Beer! Oh Hodgson, Guinness, Allsop, Bass! Names that should be on every infant's tongue! Shall days and months and years and centuries pass, And still your merits be unrecked, unsung?

Charles Stuart Calverley

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

Charles Stuart Calverley

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

Charles Stuart Calverley

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

Charles Stuart Calverley

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

Charles Stuart Calverley

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

Charles Stuart Calverley

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

Charles Stuart Calverley

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

Charles Stuart Calverley

#15. The auld wife sat at her ivied door, (Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese) A thing she had frequently done before; And her spectacles lay on her apron'd knees ...

Charles Stuart Calverley