C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.


Every dog must have his day.


  • Let Hercules himself do what he may,
  • The cat will mew, and dog will have his day.
  • Shakespeare.

  • I am his highness’ dog at Kew;
  • Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you?
  • Pope.

  • Let dogs delight to bark and bite,
  • For God hath made them so;
  • Let bears and lions growl and fight,
  • For ’tis their nature to.
  • Watts.

  • And in that town a dog was found,
  • As many dogs there be,
  • Both mongrel, puppy, whelp and hound,
  • And curs of low degree.
  • Goldsmith.

  • I have a dog of Blenheim birth,
  • With fine long ears and full of mirth;
  • And sometimes, running o’er the plain,
  • He tumbles on his nose:
  • But quickly jumping up again
  • Like lightning on he goes!
  • Ruskin.

  • Ay, in the catalogue, ye go for men;
  • As hounds, and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs,
  • Shoughs, water-rugs, and demi-wolves, are ’clept
  • All by the name of dogs: the valued file
  • Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle,
  • The housekeeper, the hunter, every one
  • According to the gift which bounteous nature
  • Hath in him closed.
  • Shakespeare.

  • We are two travelers, Roger and I.
  • Roger’s my dog—come here, you scamp!
  • Jump for the gentleman—mind your eye!
  • Over the table—look out for the lamp!
  • The rogue is growing a little old;
  • Five years we’ve tramped through wind and weather,
  • And slept out-doors when nights were cold,
  • And ate and drank and starved together.
  • John T. Trowbridge.