Go mad, and beat their wives; Plunge (after shocking lives) Razors and carving knives Into their gizzards. Charles Stuart Calverley More Quotes by Charles Stuart Calverley More Quotes From Charles Stuart Calverley Life is with such all beer and skittles. Charles Stuart Calverley skittlesbeerlife I sit alone at present, dreaming darkly of a Dun. Charles Stuart Calverley dream 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 coalcatboots I can not 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 lowssongremember 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 soulhomefacts 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 linesdaughterhair 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 eggswifedoors But ah! disasters have their use; And life might e'en be too sunshiny. Charles Stuart Calverley disasterusemight But what is coffee, but a noxious berry, Born to keep used-up Londoners awake? Charles Stuart Calverley berriesusedcoffee Precious to me - it is the Dinner Bell. Oh blessed Bell! Thou bringest beef and beer. Charles Stuart Calverley beefblessedbeer 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 namesbeeryears Meaning, however, is no great matter. Charles Stuart Calverley matter The heart which grief hath cankered, Hath one unfailing remedy - the Tankard. Charles Stuart Calverley griefbeerheart I know you've been married to the same woman for 69 years. That is marvellous. It must be very inexpensive. Charles Stuart Calverley womanknowyouyears Read not Milton, for he is dry; nor Shakespeare, for he wrote of common life. Charles Stuart Calverley readhedrylife
