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At this point therefore let us begin our narrative, without adding any more to what has already been said; for it would be foolish to lengthen the preface while cutting short the history itself.
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George Herbert
When thou dost tell another's jest, therein Omit the oaths, which true wit cannot need; Pick out of tales the mirth, but not the sin.
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Heinrich Heine
In vain would I seek to discover Why sad and mournful am I, My thoughts without ceasing brood over A tale of the time gone by. [Ger., Ich weiss nicht was soll es bedeuten, Dass ich so traurig bin: Ein marchen aus alten Zeiten Das kommt mir nicht aus dem Sinn.]
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Horace
Why do you laugh? Change but the name, and the story s told of yourself. [Lat., Quid rides?] Mutato nomine de te fabula narratur.]
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James Whitcomb Riley
An' all us other children, when the supper things is done, We set around the kitchen fire an' has the mostest fun A-list'nin' to the witch tales 'at Annie tells about An' the gobble-uns 'at gits you Ef you Don't Watch Out!
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Michael Drayton
In this spacious isle I think there is not one But he hath heard some talk of Hood and Little John, Of Tuck, the merry friar, which many a sermon made In praise of Robin Hood, his outlaws, and their trade.
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Sir Philip Sidney (Sydney)
With a tale forsooth he cometh unto you, with a tale which holdeth children from play, and old men from the chimney corner.
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Sir Walter Scott
I cannot tell how the truth may be; I say the tale as 'twas said to me.
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William Cowper
A story, in which native humour reigns, Is often useful, always entertains; A graver fact, enlisted on your side, May furnish illustration, well applied; But sedentary weavers of long tales Give me the fidgets, and my patience fails.
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William Shakespeare
But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison house, I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes like stars start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end Like quills upon the fretful porpentine.
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William Shakespeare
His eye begets occasion for his wit; For every object that the one doth catch The other turns to a mirth-moving jest, Which his fair tongue, conceit's expositor, Delivers in such apt and gracious words, That aged ears play truant at his tales, And younger hearings are quite ravished, So sweet and voluble is his discourse.
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