Carry his body hence! Kings must have slaves: Kings climb to eminence, Over men's graves: So this man's eye is dim; Throw the earth over him!
-- Austin Dobson
I intended an Ode, And it turned to a Sonnet.
-- Austin Dobson
In merest prudence men should teach. That science ranks as monstrous things, Two pairs of upper limbs; so wings - E'en Angel's wings! - are fictions.
-- Austin Dobson
Look thy last on all things lovely, Every hour - let no night Seal thy sense in deathly slumber Till to delight Thou hast paid thy utmost blessing.
-- Austin Dobson
Love comes unseen; we only see it go.
-- Austin Dobson
Not as ours the books of old - Things that steam can stamp and fold; Not as ours the books of yore - Rows of type, and nothing more.
-- Austin Dobson
What ye have been ye still shall be, When we are dust the dust among, O yellow flowers!
-- Austin Dobson



