He is a Patron who looks down, / With careless eyes on men who drown; / But if they chance to reach the land, / Encumbers them with helping hand

- Henry Austin Dobson

Love comes unseen; we only see it go.

- Henry Austin Dobson

Time goes, you say? Ah, no! alas, time stays, we go.

- Henry Austin Dobson

All passes, Art alone Enduring stays to us; The Bust out-lasts the throne,-- The coin, Tiberius.

- Henry Austin Dobson

The ladies of St. James's! They're painted to the eyes; Their white is stays for ever, Their red it never dies; But Phyllida, my Phillida! Her colour…

- Henry Austin Dobson

All the seasons run their race In this quiet resting-place; Peach, and apricot, and fig Here will ripen, and grow big; Here is store and overplus - M…

- Henry Austin Dobson

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 fictio…

- Henry Austin Dobson

In the School of Coquettes Madam Rose is a scholar,-O, they fish with all nets In the School of Coquettes! When her brooch she forgets 'Tis to show h…

- Henry Austin Dobson

O, Love's but a dance, Where Time plays the fiddle! See the couples advance - O, Love's but a dance! A whisper, a glance, "Shall we twirl down t…

- Henry Austin Dobson