John Wolcot Quotes
1738–1819 England
John Wolcot (May 9, 1738 – January 14, 1819) was an English satirist who wrote under the nom-de-plume of "Peter Pindar".
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Also known as: Wolcot, John, Peter Pindar
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Care to our coffin adds a nail, no doubt,
And every grin so merry draws one out.
People may have too much of a good thing:
Full as an egg of wisdom thus I sing.
A fellow in a market town,
Most musical, cried razors up and down.
I think this piece will help to boil thy pot.
The bard complimenteth Mr. West on his Lord Nelson (1790)
What rage for fame attends both great and small!
Better be damned than mentioned not at all.
No, let the monarch’s bags and others hold
The flattering, mighty, nay, al-mighty gold.
Blessed are those that nought expect,
For they shall not be disappointed.
Hope told a flattering tale
That joy would soon return;
Ah, naught my sighs avail
For love is doomed to mourn.
The greatest men
May ask a foolish question, now and then.
No, let the monarch's bags and coffers hold
The flattering, mighty, nay, all-mighty gold.
Rank is a farce: if people Fools will be
A Scavenger and King's the same to me.
Come, gentle sleep! attend thy votary's prayer,
And, though death's image, to my couch repair;
How sweet, though lifeless, yet with life to lie,
And, without dying, O how sweet to die!
Talk no more of the lucky escape of the head
From a flint so unhappily thrown;
I think very different from thousands; indeed
'Twas a lucky escape for the stone.
It is money makes the mare to trot.
Ode to Pitt. Reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)
The sages say, Dame Truth delights to dwell
(Strange Mansion!) in the bottom of a well:
Questions are then the Windlass and the rope
That pull the grave old Gentlewoman up.