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


  • Thou through such a mist dost show us,
  • That our best friends do not know us.
  • Charles Lamb.

  • Pernicious weed; whose scent the fair annoys,
  • Unfriendly to society’s chief joys,
  • Thy worst effect is banishing for hours
  • The sex whose presence civilizes ours.
  • Cowper.

  • The pipe with solemn interposing puff,
  • Makes half a sentence at a time enough;
  • The dozing sages drop the drowsy strain,
  • Then pause, and puff—and speak, and pause again.
  • Cowper.

  • Tobacco, an outlandish weed,
  • Doth in the land strange wonders breed;
  • It taints the breath, the blood it dries,
  • It burns the head, it blinds the eyes;
  • It dries the lungs, scourgeth the lights,
  • It ’numbs the soul, it dulls the sprites;
  • It brings a man into a maze,
  • And makes him sit for other’s gaze;
  • It mars a man, it mars a purse,
  • A lean one fat, a fat one worse;
  • A white man black, a black man white,
  • A night a day, a day a night;
  • It turns the brain like cat in pan,
  • And makes a Jack a gentleman.
  • Fairholt.

  • Thou in such a cloud dost bind us,
  • That our worst foes cannot find us,
  • And ill fortune, that would thwart us,
  • Shoots at rovers, shooting at us;
  • While each man, through thy height’ning steam,
  • Does like a smoking Etna seem.
  • Charles Lamb.