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

Golf

Your play needs no excuse.

Shakespeare.

What subtle hole is this?

Shakespeare.

The harder matched, the greater victory.

Shakespeare.

Strike, brave boys, and take your turns.

Shakespeare.

So they
Doubly redoubled strokes.

Shakespeare.

Where will I get a little page,
Where will I get a caddie?

Thistle of Scotland.

Don’t drive at a fellow-creature, so long as there is a reasonable chance of hitting him.

W. E. Norris.

When driving ceases, may we still be able
To play the shorts, putt and be comfortable.

G. F. Carnegie.

Welcome, grave stranger, to our green retreats,
Where health with exercise and freedom meets.

Scott.

Either a wise man will not go into bunkers, or, being in, he will endure such things as befall him with patience.

A. Lang.

We want a boy extremely for this function.

Beaumont and Fletcher.

Time-honored golf! I heard it whispered once
That he who could not play was held a dunce
On old Olympus, when it teemed with gods.

G. F. Carnegie.

One only thought can enter every head;
The thought of golf, to wit—and that engages
Men of all sizes, tempers, ranks and ages.

G. F. Carnegie.

And we’ve leeved it every hour,
But say not at all we will loft our ball
And hauff the hole in fower.
Then dormy hame we can sing through the round,
And die like golfers keen,
We’ve played fu’ weel the short game and lang,
The game on the golfing-green.

Thomas Dykes.

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