119 Quotes by George Meredith

The well of true wit is truth itself.

Love that so desires would fain keep her changeless; / Fain would fling the net, and fain have her free.

She whom I love is hard to catch and conquer, / Hard, but O the glory of the winning were she won!

Under yonder beech-tree single on the greensward, / Couched with her arms behind her golden head, / Knees and tresses folded to slip and ripple idly, / Lies my young love sleeping in the shade.

Enter these enchanted woods, / You who dare.

Sweet as Eden is the air, / And Eden-sweet the ray.

On a starred night Prince Lucifer uprose. / Tired of his dark dominion swung the fiend.

It's past parsons to console us: No, nor no doctor fetch for me: I can die without my bolus; Two of a trade, lass, never agree! Parson and Doctor!--don't they love rarely Fighting the devil in other men's fields! Stand up yourself and match him fairly: Then see how the rascal yields!

O have a care of natures that are mute!