Precious to me—it is the Dinner Bell. Oh blessed Bell! Thou bringest beef and beer… — Charles Stuart Calverley
The heart which grief hath cankered, Hath one unfailing remedy – the Tankard. — Charles Stuart Calverley
But what is coffee, but a noxious berry, Born to keep used-up Londoners awake? — Charles Stuart Calverley
I know you’ve been married to the same woman for 69 years. That is marvellous. — Charles Stuart Calverley
I cannot sing the old songs now! it is not that I deem them low, ‘tis that I can’t remember how they go. — Charles Stuart Calverley
Read not milton, for he is dry; nor shakespeare, for he wrote of common life. — Charles Stuart Calverley