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John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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Henry Carey. (1687–1743)
God save our gracious king!
Long live our noble king!
God save the king!
Long live our noble king!
God save the king!
God save the King.
Aldeborontiphoscophornio!
Where left you Chrononhotonthologos?
Where left you Chrononhotonthologos?
Chrononhotonthologos. Act i. Sc. 1.
His cogitative faculties immersed
In cogibundity of cogitation.
In cogibundity of cogitation.
Chrononhotonthologos. Act i. Sc. 1.
Let the singing singers
With vocal voices, most vociferous,
In sweet vociferation out-vociferize
Even sound itself.
With vocal voices, most vociferous,
In sweet vociferation out-vociferize
Even sound itself.
Chrononhotonthologos. Act i. Sc. 1.
To thee, and gentle Rigdom Funnidos,
Our gratulations flow in streams unbounded.
Our gratulations flow in streams unbounded.
Chrononhotonthologos. Act i. Sc. 3.
Go call a coach, and let a coach be called;
And let the man who calleth be the caller;
And in his calling let him nothing call
But “Coach! Coach! Coach! Oh for a coach, ye gods!”
And let the man who calleth be the caller;
And in his calling let him nothing call
But “Coach! Coach! Coach! Oh for a coach, ye gods!”
Chrononhotonthologos. Act ii. Sc. 4.
Genteel in personage,
Conduct, and equipage;
Noble by heritage,
Generous and free.
Conduct, and equipage;
Noble by heritage,
Generous and free.
The Contrivances. Act i. Sc. 2.
What a monstrous tail our cat has got!
The Dragon of Wantley. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Of all the girls that are so smart,
There ’s none like pretty Sally.1
There ’s none like pretty Sally.1
Sally in our Alley.
Of all the days that ’s in the week
I dearly love but one day,
And that ’s the day that comes betwixt
A Saturday and Monday.
I dearly love but one day,
And that ’s the day that comes betwixt
A Saturday and Monday.
Sally in our Alley.
Note 1.
Of all the girls that e’er was seen,
There ’s none so fine as Nelly.
Jonathan Swift: Ballad on Miss Nelly Bennet. [back]
Of all the girls that e’er was seen,
There ’s none so fine as Nelly.
Jonathan Swift: Ballad on Miss Nelly Bennet. [back]