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• Seem'd washing his hands with invisible soap In imperceptible water.
  -- Thomas Hood (1798-1845) -- Miss Kilmansegg, Her Christening...
• O bed! O bed! delicious bed! That heaven upon earth to the weary head!
  -- Thomas Hood (1798-1845) -- Miss Kilmansegg, Her Dream...
• Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold.
  -- Thomas Hood (1798-1845) -- Miss Kilmansegg, Her Moral...
• Spurn'd by the young, but hugg'd by the old To the very verge of the churchyard mould.
  -- Thomas Hood (1798-1845) -- Miss Kilmansegg, Her Moral...
• How widely its agencies vary,-- To save, to ruin, to curse, to bless,-- As even its minted coins express, Now stamp'd with the image of Good Queen Bess, And now of a Bloody Mary.
  -- Thomas Hood (1798-1845) -- Miss Kilmansegg, Her Moral...
• Here lies Bob... He lived his dream.
• Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care; Fashioned so slenderly, Young, and so fair!
  -- Thomas Hood (1798-1845) -- The Bridge of Sigh...
• He lifted himself up by his own bootstraps.
• The leaf was darkish, and had prickles on it, But in another country, as he said, Bore a bright golden flow'r, but not in this soil
  Unknown, and like esteem'd, and the dull swain Treads on it daily with his clouted shoon....