Henry Austin Dobson Quotes & Sayings

What ye have been ye still shall be, When we are dust the dust among, O yellow flowers! — Henry Austin Dobson

Time goes, you say? Ah, no! Alas, Time stays, we go. — Henry Austin Dobson

Old books, old wine, old Nankin blue;-
All things, in short, to which belong
The charm, the grace that Time
makes strong,
All these I prize, but (entre nous)
Old friends are best! — Henry Austin Dobson

The ladies of St. James's! They're painted to the eyes; Their white is stays for ever, Their red it never dies; But Phyllida, my Phillida! Her colour comes and goes; It trembles to a lily,
It wavers to a rose. — Henry Austin Dobson

Fame is a food that dead men eat, I have no stomach for such meat. — Henry Austin Dobson

All passes, Art alone Enduring stays to us; The Bust out-lasts the throne,
The coin, Tiberius. — Henry Austin Dobson

I intended an Ode, And it turned to a Sonnet. — Henry Austin Dobson

In merest prudence men should teach ...
That science ranks as monstrous things
Two pairs of upper limbs; so wings
E'en Angel's wings!
are fictions. — Henry Austin Dobson

O, Love's but a dance,
Where Time plays the fiddle!
See the couples advance -
O, Love's but a dance!
A whisper, a glance,
"Shall we twirl down the middle?"
O, Love's but a dance,
Where Time plays the fiddle! — Henry Austin Dobson

Not as ours the books of old - Things that steam can stamp and fold; Not as ours the books of yore - Rows of type, and nothing more. — Henry Austin Dobson

He is a Patron who looks down, / With careless eyes on men who drown; / But if they chance to reach the land, / Encumbers them with helping hand — Henry Austin Dobson

In the School of Coquettes Madam Rose is a scholar,-O, they fish with all nets In the School of Coquettes! When her brooch she forgets 'Tis to show her new collar; In the School of Coquettes Madam Rose is a scholar! — Henry Austin Dobson

All the seasons run their race In this quiet resting-place; Peach, and apricot, and fig Here will ripen, and grow big; Here is store and overplus - More had not Alcinous! — Henry Austin Dobson

Love comes unseen; we only see it go. — Henry Austin Dobson