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Thomas Love Peacock (18 October 1785 – 23 January 1866) was an English novelist and poet. His conversational novels satirize the philosophical preoccupations of the Romantic era.

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“The waste of plenty is the resource of scarcity.”
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“Marriage may often be a stormy lake, but celibacy is almost always a muddy horsepond.”
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“I never failed to convince an audience that the best thing they could do was to go away.”
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“Respectable means rich, and decent means poor. I should die if I heard my family called decent.”
“My quarrel with him is, that his works contain nothing worth quoting; and a book that furnishes no quotations, is, me judice [in my opinion], no book - it is a plaything.”
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Thomas Love Peacock on Time 4 quotes

“Time is lord of thee: Thy wealth, thy glory, and thy name are his.”
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Thomas Love Peacock on Night

“Day is ended, Darkness shrouds The shoreless seas and lowering clouds.”
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Thomas Love Peacock on Clouds

“Clouds on clouds, in volumes driven, Curtain round the vault of heaven.”
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Thomas Love Peacock on Celibacy

“Marriage may often be a stormy lake, but celibacy is almost always a muddy horsepond.”
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Thomas Love Peacock on Marriage

“Marriage may often be a stormy lake, but celibacy is almost always a muddy horsepond.”
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Thomas Love Peacock on Visions

“My thoughts by night are often filled With visions false as fair: For in the past alone I build My castles in the air.”
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Thomas Love Peacock on Death

“Death comes to all. His cold and sapless hand Waves o'er the world, and beckons us away. Who shall resist the summons?”
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Thomas Love Peacock on Fishing

“In a bowl to sea went wise men three, On a brilliant night in June: They carried a net, and their hearts were set On fishing up the moon.”
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Thomas Love Peacock on Seafood

“Bream: ... But he can still be served up as an excellent stew, provided always that he is full-grown, and has swum all his life in clear running water.”
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Thomas Love Peacock on Dreams

“Dreams, which, beneath the hov'ring shades of night, Sport with the ever-restless minds of men, Descend not from the gods. Each busy brain Creates its own.”
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Thomas Love Peacock on Epitaphs

“"In his last binn Sir Peter lies." * * * * He kept at true humour's mark The social flow of pleasure's tide: He never made a brow look dark, Nor caused a tear, but when he died.”
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Thomas Love Peacock on Day

“How troublesome is day! It calls us from our sleep away; It bids us from our pleasant dreams awake, And sends us forth to keep or break Our promises to pay. How troublesome is day!”
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Thomas Love Peacock on Necessity

“My steps have pressed the flowers, That to the Muses' bowers The eternal dews of Helicon have given: And trod the mountain height, Where Science, young and bright, Scans with poetic gaze the midnight-heaven. Yet have I found no power to vie With thine, severe necessity!”
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Thomas Love Peacock on Opportunity

“Oh! Who art thou so fast proceeding, Ne'er glancing back thine eyes of flame? Mark'd but by few, through earth I'm speeding, And Opportunity's my name. What form is that which scowls beside thee? Repentance is the form you see: Learn then, the fate may yet betide thee. She seizes them who seize not me.”

Thomas Love Peacock on Flowers

“He bore a simple wild-flower wreath: Narcissus, and the sweet brier rose; Vervain, and flexile thyme, that breathe Rich fragrance; modest heath, that glows With purple bells; the amaranth bright, That no decay, nor fading knows, Like true love's holiest, rarest light; And every purest flower, that blows In that sweet time, which Love most blesses, When spring on summer's confines presses.”
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Thomas Love Peacock on Women

“To chase the clouds of life's tempestuous hours, To strew its short but weary way with flow'rs, New hopes to raise, new feelings to impart, And pour celestial balsam on the heart; For this to man was lovely woman giv'n, The last, best work, the noblest gift of Heav'n.”
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About Thomas Love Peacock

Thomas Love Peacock (18 October 1785 – 23 January 1866) was an English novelist and poet. His conversational novels satirize the philosophical preoccupations of the Romantic era.