Ws Gilbert Quotes

To sit in solemn silence on a dull, dark dock in a pestilential prison with a life-long lock awaiting the sensation of a short, sharp shock from a cheap and chippy chopper on a big, black block.

I'm really very sorry for you all, but it's an unjust world, and virtue is triumphant only in theatrical performances.

Merely corroborative detail, intended to give artistic verisimilitude to an otherwise bald and unconvincing narrative.

Oh, dry the glistening tear that dues that marshal cheek Thy loving childern here in them thy comfort seek With sympathetic care their arms around the creep, For oh they can not bear to see their father weep

It's love that makes the world go round.

When everyone is somebody, then no one’s anybody.

I am an acquired taste.

CHORUS What, never? CAPTAIN No, never! CHORUS What, never? CAPTAIN Well, hardly ever!

No one can have a higher opinion of him than I have, and I think he's a dirty little beast.

The meaning doesn't matter if it's only idle chatter of a transcendental kind.

Gilbert's response to being told they (the words 'ruddy' and 'bloody') meant the same thing was: "Not at all, for that would mean that if I said that I admired your ruddy countenance, which I do, I would be saying that I liked your bloody cheek, which I don't.

Wafted by a favouring gale As one sometimes is in trances, To a height that few can scale, Save by long and weary dances

Sing 'Hey to you — good-day to you' — Sing 'Bah to you — ha! ha! to you' — Sing 'Booh to you — pooh, pooh to you' — And that's what you should say!

Crushed again!

There was an old man of St. Bees, Who was stung in the arm by a wasp; When they asked, "Does it hurt?" He replied, "No, it doesn't, But I thought all the while 'twas a Hornet.

This particularly rapid, unintelligible patter Isn't generally heard, and if it is it doesn't matter, This particularly rapid, unintelligible patter Isn't generally heard, and if it is it doesn't matter, matter, matter, matter, matter, matter, matter, matter, matter, matter, matter!

Father, I am welling over with limpid joy! No sicklying taint of sorrow overlies the lucid lake of liquid love, upon which, hand in hand, Aline and I are to float into eternity!

I mean to rule the earth, As he the sky — We really know our worth, The sun and I

Silas Marner was the third novel written by George Eliot and it was first published in 1861 by William Blackwood and Sons, of Edinburgh and London. It has been a highly successful book, demonstrated by the many adaptations it has generated through the years. As early as 1876 saw the release of the play Danl’l Druce, Blacksmith, by W.S Gilbert, which was clearly influenced by Eliot’s novel with a similar beginning and end,

Is life a boon? If so, it must befall That Death, whene'er he call, Must call too soon. Though fourscore years he give, Yet one would pray to live Another moon! What kind of plaint have I, Who perish in July? I might have had to die, Perchance, in June! Is life a thorn? Then count it not a whit! Man is well done with it; Soon as he's born He should all means essay To put the plague away; And I, war-worn, Poor captured fugitive, My life most gladly give - I might have had to live, Another morn!

SAMUEL: Besides, we can offer you but little temptation to remain with us. We don't seem to make piracy pay. I'm sure I don't know why, but we don't.

Now then, we've had a capital lunch, and we're quite ready. Have all the painful preparations been made?

Merely corroborative detail intended to give artistic verisimilitude to a bald and——

ALEXIS I have made some converts to the principle that men and women should be coupled in matrimony without distinction of rank. I have lectured on the subject at Mechanics' Institutes, and the mechanics were unanimous in favour of my views. I have preached in workhouses, beershops and Lunatic Asylums, and I have been received with enthusiasm. I have addressed navvies on the advantages that would accrue to them if they married wealthy ladies of rank, and not a navvy dissented! ALINE Noble fellows! And yet there are those who hold that the uneducated classes are not open to argument! And what do the countesses say? ALEXIS Why, at present, it can't be denied, the aristocracy hold aloof. ALINE Ah, the working man is the true Intelligence after all! ALEXIS He is a noble creature when he is quite sober.

We yield at once with humbled mien, Because, with all our faults, we love our Queen.