Forgetfulness: Quotations from Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations
A beau is one who arranges his curled locks gracefully, who ever smells of balm, and cinnamon; who hums the songs of the Nile, and Cadiz; who throws his sleek arms into various attitudes; who idles away the whole day among the chairs of the ladies, and is ever whispering into some one's ear; who reads little billets-doux from this quarter and that, and writes them in return; who avoids ruffling his dress by contact with his neighbour's sleeve, who knows with whom everybody is in love; who flutters from feast to feast, who can recount exactly the pedigree of Hirpinus. What do you tell me? is this a beau, Cotilus? Then a beau, Cotilus, is a very trifling thing.— MARTIAL — Epigrams. Bk. III. Ep. 6.
Nature made every fop to plague his brother, Just as one beauty mortifies another.— POPE — Satire IV. L. 258.
A lofty cane, a sword with silver hilt, A ring, two watches, and a snuff box gilt. Recipe "To Make a Modern Fop." About 1770. A fop? In this brave, licentious age To bring his musty morals on the stage? Rhime us to reason? and our lives redress In metre, as Druids did the savages.— TUKE — The Adventures of Five Hours. Act V.
Has death his fopperies?— YOUNG — Night Thoughts. Night II. L. 231.
There is nothing new except what is forgotten. q. Attributed to MLLE. BERTIN, Milliner to
Mistakes remember'd are not faults forgot.— R. H. NEWELL — The Orpheus C. Kerr
Papers. Second Series. Columbia's Agony. St. 9. We bury love, Forgetfulness grows over it like grass; That is a thing to weep for, not the dead.— ALEXANDER SMITH — City Poems.
C. A Boy's Poem. Pt. III. One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves and washed it away; Agayne I wrote it with a second hand, But came the tyde and made my paynes his prey.— SPENSER — Sonnet LXXV.
Go, forget me why should sorrow O'er that brow a shadow fling? Go, forget me and to-morrow Brightly smile and sweetly sing. Smile-though I shall not be near thee; Sing-though I shall never hear thee.— CHARLES WOLFE — Song. Go, Forget Me!
Etiam oblivisci quod scis interdum expedit. It is sometimes expedient to forget what you know.— SYRUS — Maxims.