English cleric and poet (1788-1845)
Thrice happy's the wooing That's not long a-doing!
So much time is saved in the billing and cooing --
The ring is now bought, the white favours, and gloves,
And all the et cetera which crown people's loves.
RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM
The Ingoldsby Legends
But while you're abroad lead respectable lives;
Love your neighbors, and welcome--but don't love their wives!
RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM
The Ingoldsby Legends
A servant's too often a negligent elf; if it's business of consequence, do it yourself!
RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM
The Ingoldsby Legends
Ghosts, like ladies, never speak till spoke to.
RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM
The Ingoldsby Legends
And the priests, with awe,
As such freaks they saw,
Said, "The Devil must be in that little Jackdaw!"
RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM
The Jackdaw of Rheims
Cowards, 'tis said, in certain situations,
Derive a sort of courage from despair,
And then perform, from downright desperation,
Much more than many a bolder man would dare.
RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM
The Ingoldsby Legends
I was between
A man and a boy, A hobble-de-hoy,
A fat, little, punchy concern of sixteen.
RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM
The Ingoldsby Legends
Tis not her coldness, father,
That chills my labouring breast;
It's that confounded cucumber
I've ate and can't digest.
RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM
The Ingoldsby Legends