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The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

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‘<strong>The</strong> Pirates <strong>of</strong> Penzance’ (1879) act 2<br />

<strong>The</strong>y are no members <strong>of</strong> the common throng;<br />

<strong>The</strong>y are all noblemen who have gone wrong!<br />

‘<strong>The</strong> Pirates <strong>of</strong> Penzance’ (1879) act 2<br />

No Englishman unmoved that statement hears,<br />

Because, with all our faults, we love our House <strong>of</strong> Peers.<br />

‘<strong>The</strong> Pirates <strong>of</strong> Penzance’ (1879) act 2<br />

To everybody’s prejudice I know a thing or two;<br />

I can tell a woman’s age in half a minute—and I do!<br />

‘Princess Ida’ (1884) act 1<br />

Man is Nature’s sole mistake!<br />

‘Princess Ida’ (1884) act 2<br />

You must stir it and stump it,<br />

And blow your own trumpet,<br />

Or trust me, you haven’t a chance.<br />

‘Ruddigore’ (1887) act 1<br />

He combines the manners <strong>of</strong> a Marquis with the morals <strong>of</strong> a Methodist.<br />

‘Ruddigore’ (1887) act 1<br />

If a man can’t forge his own will, whose will can he forge?<br />

‘Ruddigore’ (1887) act 2<br />

Some word that teems with hidden meaning—like Basingstoke.<br />

‘Ruddigore’ (1887) act 2<br />

This particularly rapid, unintelligible patter<br />

Isn’t generally heard, and if it is it doesn’t matter.<br />

‘Ruddigore’ (1887) act 2<br />

I was a pale young curate then.<br />

‘<strong>The</strong> Sorcerer’ (1877) act 1<br />

So I fell in love with a rich attorney’s<br />

Elderly ugly daughter.<br />

‘Trial by Jury’ (1875)<br />

She may very well pass for forty-three<br />

In the dusk with a light behind her!<br />

‘Trial by Jury’ (1875)<br />

It’s a song <strong>of</strong> a merryman, moping mum,<br />

Whose soul was sad, and whose glance was glum,<br />

Who sipped no sup, and who craved no crumb,<br />

As he sighed for the love <strong>of</strong> a ladye.<br />

‘<strong>The</strong> Yeoman <strong>of</strong> the Guard’ (1888) act 1<br />

’Tis ever thus with simple folk—an accepted wit has but to say ‘Pass the mustard’, and they<br />

roar their ribs out!

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