I was between A man and a boy, A hobble-de-hoy, A fat, little, punchy concern of sixteen.

- Richard Harris Barham

Ghosts, like ladies, never speak till spoke to.

- Richard Harris Barham

Tis not her coldness, father, That chills my labouring breast; It's that confounded cucumber I've ate and can't digest.

- Richard Harris Barham

The Jackdaw sat in the Cardinal's chair! Bishop and Abbot and Prior were there, Many a monk and many a friar, Many a knight and many a squire, With a…

- Richard Harris Barham

Thrice happy's the wooing that's not long adoing. So much time is saved in the billing and cooing.

- Richard Harris Barham