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Bores: Quotations from Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations

Thee will I sing in comely wainscot bound And golden verge enclosing thee around; The faithful horn before, from age to age Preserving thy invulnerable page. Behind thy patron saint in armor shines With sword and lance to guard the sacred lines; Th' instructive handle's at the bottom fixed Lest wrangling critics should pervert the text.— TICKELL — The Hornbook.

A small number of choice books are sufficient.— VOLTAIRE — A Philosophical Dictionary. Books. Vol. II. Sec. III.

They are for company the best friends, in Doubts Counsellors, in Damps Comforters, Time's Prospective, the Home Traveller's Ship or Horse, the busie Man's best Recreation, the Opiate of idle Weariness, the Mindes best Ordinary, Nature's Garden and Seed-plot of Immortality.— BULSTRODE WHITELOCK — Zootamia.

1654. Books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good: Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow.— WORDSWORTH — Poetical Works.

Personal Talk. Some future strain, in which the muse shall tell How science dwindles, and how volumes swell. How commentators each dark passage shun, And hold their farthing candle to the sun.— YOUNG — Love of Fame. Satire VII. L. 95.

Unlearned men of books assume the care, As eunuchs are the guardians of the fair.— YOUNG — Love of Fame. Satire II. L. 83.

Society is now one polished horde, Formed of two mighty tribes, the Bores and Bored. S.— BYRON — Don Juan. Canto XIII. St. 95.

The bore is usually considered a harmless creature, or of that class of irrational bipeds who hurt only themselves.— MARIA EDGEWORTH — Thoughts on Bores.

Got the ill name of augurs, because they were bores.— LOWELL — A Fable for Critics. L. 55.

That old hereditary bore, The steward.— ROGERS — Italy. A Character. L. 13.

Again I hear that creaking step! - He's rapping at the door! Too well I know the boding sound That ushers in a bore.— J. G. SAXE — My Familiar.

He says a thousand pleasant things, - But never says "Adieu.' C.— J. G. SAXE — My Familiar.

O, he's as tedious As is a tir'd horse, a railing wife; Worse than a smoky house; I had rather live With cheese and garlic in a windmill, far, Than feed on cates, and have him talk to me, In any summer-house in Christendom.— Shakespeare — Henry IV. Pt. I. Act III. Sc. I. L. 159.