462 LIVERY LIVERY
Ne sait on pas oil viennent ces gondoles Parisiennes?
Does anyone know where these gondolas of Paris came from?
Balzac—Physiologie du Manage. (1827) N.Q.S. 5. IV. 499. V. 195.
Go, call a coach, and let a coach be called;
And let the man who calleth be the caller;
And in the calling, let him nothing call,
But coach! coach! coach! O for a coach, ye gods!
Henry Cabby—Chrcmonhotonthologos. Act II.
Sc.4. L. 46.
The gondola of London fa hansom].
Disraeli—Lothair. Ch. XXVII. H. Schutz
Wilson in Three Paths, claims to have
originated the phrase. (1759)
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| text = Our chariots and our horsemen be in readiness.
Cymbeline. Act III. Sc. 5. L. 23.
Come, my coach! Good-night, ladies.
Hamlet. Act IV. Sc. 5. L. 72.
Many carriages he hath dispatched.
King John. Act V. Sc. 7. L. 90.
When I am in my coach, which stays for us
At the park gate.
Merchant of Venice. Act III. Sc. 4. L. 82.
"There beauty half her glory veils,
In cabs, those gondolas on wheels."
Said to be taken from May Fair, a satire pub.
1827.
LONDON
As I came down the Highgate Hill,
The Highgate Hill, the Highgate Hill,
As I came down the Highgate Hill
I met the sun's bravado,
And saw below me, fold on fold,
Grey to pearl and pearl to gold,
This London like a land of old,
The land of Eldorado.
Henry Bashford—Romances.
Veni Gotham, ubi multos,
Si non omnes, vidi strJtos.
I came to Gotham, where I saw many who
were fools, if not all.
Richard Brathwait—Drunken Barnaby's
Journal.
A mighty mass of brick, and smoke, and shipping,
Dirty and dusty, but as wide as eye
) Could reach, with here and there a sail just
skipping
In sight, then lost amidst the forestry
Of masts; a wilderness of steeples peeping
On tiptoe through their sea-coal canopy;
A huge, dun cupola, like ;i foolscap crown
On a fool's head—and there is London Town.
| author = Byron
| work = Don Juan. Canto X. St. 82.
London is the clearing-house of the world.
Jos. Chamberlain—Speech, Guildhall, London. Jan. 19, 1904.
LOSS
If the parks be "the lungs of London" we
wonder what Greenwich Fair is—a periodical breaking out, we suppose—a sort of spring rash.
London is a roost for every bird.
- Benj. Disraeli—Lothair. Ch. XI.
London is the epitome of our times, and the
Rome of to-day.
Emerson—English Traits. Result.
He was born within the sound of Bow-bell.
Fuller—Gnomologia.
London! the needy villain's general home,
The common sewer of Paris and of Rome!
With eager thirst, by folly or by fate,
Sucks in the dregs of each corrupted state.
| author = Samuel Johnson
| work = London. L. 93.
Then in town let me live, and in town let me die
For I own I can't relish the country, not I.
If I must have a villa in summer to dwell,
Oh give me the sweet shady side of Pall MalL
Captain Morris—The Contrast.
The way was long and weary,
But gallantly they strode,
A country lad and lassie,
Along the heavy road.
The night was dark and stormy,
But blithe of heart were they,
For shining in the distance
The lights of London lay.
O gleaming lights of London, that gem of the
city's crown;
What fortunes be within you, O Lights of London
Town!
George R. Sims. Song in Lights of London.
The lungs of London. (Parks)
Windham. Debate in House of Commons.
June 30, 1808, attributes it to Lord Chatham.
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LOSS
Losers must have leave to speak.
Colley Cibber—The Rival Fools. Act I. L.
17.
Our wasted oil unprofitably burns,
Like hidden lamps in/old sepulchral urns.
| author = Cowper
| work = Conversation. L. 357. Referring to
the story told by Pancirollus and others,
of the lamp which burned for fifteen hundred
years in the tomb of Tollia, daughter of
Cicero.
| seealso = (See also Butler under Love)
For 'tis a truth well known to most,
That whatsoever thing is lost.
We seek it, ere it comes to light,
In every cranny but the right.
| author = Cowper
| work = The Retired Cat. L 95.
