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


  • London! the needy villain’s general home,
  • The common-sewer of Paris and of Rome!
  • With eager thirst, by folly or by fate,
  • Sucks in the dregs of each corrupted state.
  • Dr. Johnson.

  • Here malice, rapine, accident, conspire,
  • And now a rabble rages, now a fire;
  • Their ambush here relentless ruffians lay
  • And here the fell attorney prowls for prey;
  • Here falling houses thunder on your head,
  • And here a female atheist talks you dead.
  • Dr. Johnson.

  • A mighty mass of brick, and smoke, and shipping,
  • Dirty and dusty, but as wide as eye
  • Could reach, with here and there a sail just skipping
  • In sight, then lost amidst the forestry
  • Of masts; a wilderness of steeples peeping
  • On tiptoe through their sea-coal canopy,
  • A huge, dun cupola, like a foolscap crown
  • On a fool’s head—and there is London Town.
  • Byron.