Winthrop Mackworth Praed Quotes

#1. I think while zealots fast and frown,
And fight for two or seven,
That there are fifty roads to town,
And rather more to Heaven.

Winthrop Mackworth Praed

#2. Still and pale
Thou movest in thy silver veil,
Queen of the night! the filmy shroud
Of many a mild, transparent cloud
Hides, yet adorns thee.

Winthrop Mackworth Praed

#3. Hail, blest Confusion! here are met
All tongues, and times, and faces;
The Lancers flirt with Juliet,
The Brahmin talks of races.

Winthrop Mackworth Praed

#4. And oh! I shall find how, day by day, All thoughts and things look older; How the laugh of pleasure grows less gay, And the heart of friendship colder.

Winthrop Mackworth Praed

#5. The Baptist found him far too deep; The Deist sighed with saving sorrow; And the lean Levite went to sleep, And dreamed of tasting pork to-morrow.

Winthrop Mackworth Praed

#6. Woman! thou loveliest gift that here below
Man can receive, or Providence bestow.

Winthrop Mackworth Praed

#7. Dame Fortune is a fickle gipsy, And always blind, and often tipsy; Sometimes for years and years together, She 'll bless you with the sunniest weather, Bestowing honour, pudding, pence, You can't imagine why or whence; Then in a moment Presto, pass! Your joys are withered like the grass

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#8. I think, whatever mortals crave, With impotent endeavor, A wreath
a rank
a throne
a grave
The world goes round forever; I think that life is not too long, And therefore I determine, That many people read a song, Who will not read a sermon.

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#9. Twelve years ago I made a mock
Of filthy trades and traffics;
I considered what they meant by stock;
I wrote delightful sapphics;
I knew the streets of Rome and Troy,
I supped with fates and Fairies
Twelve years ago I was a boy,
A happy boy at Drury's.

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#10. Of science and logic he chatters,
As fine and as fast as he can;
Though I am no judge of such matters,
I'm sure he's a talented man.

Winthrop Mackworth Praed

#11. I remember, I remember how my childhood fleeted by. The mirth of its December, and the warmth of its July.

Winthrop Mackworth Praed