More quotes by John Gibson Lockhart
Barring drink and the girls, I ne'er heard of a sin –
Many worse, better few, than bright, broken Maginn.
Here lies the peerless paper lord, Lord Peter,
Who broke the laws of God and man, and metre.
To the very last, he [Napoleon] had a kind of idea; that, namely, of la carrière ouverte aux talents — the tools to him that can handle them.
Sir Walter Scott in London and Westminster Review (1838)
Rise up, rise up, Xarifa! lay your golden cushion down;
Rise up! come to the window, and gaze with all the town!
It is a better and a wiser thing to be a starved apothecary than a starved poet; so back to the shop Mr. John, back to "plasters, pills, and ointment boxes," &c. But, for Heaven's sake, young Sangrado, be a little more sparing of extenuatives and soporifics in your practice than you have been in your poetry.
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