11 Quotes by Austin Dobson

What ye have been ye still shall be, When we are dust the dust among, O yellow flowers!

Not as ours the books of old - Things that steam can stamp and fold; Not as ours the books of yore - Rows of type, and nothing more.

I intended an Ode, And it turned to a Sonnet.

Look thy last on all things lovely, Every hour - let no night Seal thy sense in deathly slumber Till to delight Thou hast paid thy utmost blessing

All passes. Art alone/ Enduring stays to us;/ The bust outlasts the throne

For I respectfully declineTo dignify the Serpentine,And make hors-d'oeuvres for fishes.

For I respectfully decline To dignify the Serpentine, And make hors-d'oeuvres for fishes.

The ladies of St James's! They're painted to the eyes, Their white it stays for ever, Their red it never dies: But Phyllida, my Phyllida! Her colour comes and goes; It trembles to a lily, It wavers to a rose.

In merest prudence men should teach. That science ranks as monstrous things, Two pairs of upper limbs; so wings - E'en Angel's wings! - are fictions.