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A pun is not bound by the laws which limit nicer wit. It is a pistol let off at the ear not a feather to tickle the intellect.

Charles Lamb

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Charles Lamb
Age: 59 †
Born: 1775
Born: February 10
Died: 1834
Died: December 27
Literary Critic
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London
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Lawyers, I suppose, were children once.
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No eye to watch, and no tongue to wound us, All earth forgot, and all heaven around us.
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For thy sake, tobacco, I would do anything but die.
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I love to lose myself in other men's minds.... Books think for me.
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We all have some taste or other, of too ancient a date to admit of our remembering it was an acquired one.
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Shakespeare is one of the last books one should like to give up, perhaps the one just before the Dying Service in a large Prayer book.
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The pilasters reaching down were adorned with a glistering substance (I know not what) under glass (as it seemed), resembling - a homely fancy, but I judged it to be sugar-candy yet to my raised imagination, divested of its homelier qualities, it appeared a glorified candy.
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Positively, the best thing a man can have to do, is nothing, and next to that perhaps — good works.
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I am, in plainer words, a bundle of prejudices - made up of likings and dislikings.
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This world is all a fleeting show, For man's illusion given The smiles of joy, the tears of woe, Deceitful shine, deceitful flow, Theres nothing true but Heaven.
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A Persian's heaven is eas'ly made: 'T is but black eyes and lemonade.
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The laws of Pluto's kingdom know small difference between king and cobbler, manager and call-boy and, if haply your dates of life were conterminant, you are quietly taking your passage, cheek by cheek (O ignoble levelling of Death) with the shade of some recently departed candle-snuffer.
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Those evening bells! those evening bells! How many a tale their music tells Of youth and home, and that sweet time When last I heard their soothing chime!
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For with G. D., to be absent from the body is sometimes (not to speak profanely) to be present with the Lord.
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I conceive disgust at these impertinent and misbecoming familiarities inscribed upon your ordinary tombstone.
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Oh stay! oh stay! Joy so seldom weaves a chain Like this to-night, that oh 't is pain To break its links so soon.
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How some they have died, and some they have left me, And some are taken from me all are departed All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
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Whose wit in the combat, as gentle as bright, Ne'er carried a heart-stain away on its blade.
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I cannot sit and think books think for me.
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To be sick is to enjoy monarchical prerogatives.
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