Thomas Love Peacock
Thomas Love Peacock
Thomas Love Peacockwas an English novelist, poet, and official of the East India Company. He was a close friend of Percy Bysshe Shelley and they influenced each other's work. Peacock wrote satirical novels, each with the same basic setting: characters at a table discussing and criticising the philosophical opinions of the day...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth18 October 1785
drinking wine two
There are two reasons for drinking wine...when you are thirsty, to cure it; the other, when you are not thirsty, to prevent it... prevention is better than cure.
wine juice liquid
The juice of the grape is the liquid quintessence of concentrated sunbeams.
clouds heaven vaults
Clouds on clouds, in volumes driven, curtain round the vault of heaven.
going-away convincing audience
I never failed to convince an audience that the best thing they could do was to go away.
names doctrine changed
Names are changed more readily than doctrines, and doctrines more readily than ceremonies.
reading class community
The truth, I am convinced, is that there is no longer a poetical audience among the higher class of minds, that moral, political, and physical science have entirely withdrawn from poetry the attention of all whose attention is worth having; and that the poetical reading public being composed of the mere dregs of the intellectual community, the most sufficing passport to their favour must rest on the mixture of a little easily-intelligible portion of mawkish sentiment with an absolute negation of reason and knowledge.
sheep mountain valleys
The mountain sheep are sweeter, But the valley sheep are fatter. We therefore deemed it meeter To carry off the latter.
laughter exertion
Laughter ispleasant, butthe exertion istoomuchfor me.
taken school littles
When Scythrop grew up, he was sent, as usual, to a public school, where a little learning was painfully beaten into him, and from thence to the university, where it was carefully taken out of him.
time kindness flower
But though first love's impassioned blindness Has passed away in colder light, I still have thought of you with kindness, And shall do, till our last goodnight. The ever-rolling silent hours Will bring a time we shall not know, When our young days of gathering flowers Will be an hundred years ago.
time night men
Time, the foe of man's dominion, Wheels around in ceaseless flight, Scattering from his hoary pinion Shades of everlasting night.
time gay race
The present is our own; but while we speak, We cease from its possession, and resign The stage we tread on, to another race, As vain, and gay, and mortal as ourselves.
time men yield
Man yields to death; and man's sublimest works Must yield at length to Time.
time names wealth
Time is lord of thee: Thy wealth, thy glory, and thy name are his.