John Wolcot Quotes

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What rage for fame attends both great and small!
Better be damned than mentioned not at all.

John Wolcot

A fellow in a market town,
Most musical, cried razors up and down.

John Wolcot

Care to our coffin adds a nail, no doubt,
And every grin so merry draws one out.

John Wolcot

No, let the monarch's bags and others hold
The flattering, mighty, nay, al-mighty gold.

John Wolcot

People may have too much of a good thing:
Full as an egg of wisdom thus I sing.

John Wolcot

And, doctor, do you really think That ass's milk I ought to drink? 'Twould quite remove my cough, you say, And drive my old complaints away. It cured yourself — I grant it true; But then — 't was mother's milk to you!

John Wolcot

The turnpike road to people's hearts, I find,
Lies through their mouths or I mistake mankind.

John Wolcot

Thus every dog at last will have his day -
He who this morning smiled, at night may sorrow;
The grub today's a butterfly tomorrow.

John Wolcot

John Wolcot

John Wolcot

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Born: May 9, 1738

Died: January 14, 1819 (aged 80)

Bio: John Wolcot was an English satirist, who wrote under the pseudonym of "Peter Pindar".

Known for:

Laughing at the King: Selected Poems
The works of Peter Pindar (1770)
Selected Odes

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