Like many of the Upper Class He liked the Sound of Broken Glass.

(Hilaire Belloc (1870-1953), British author. "About John," New Cautionary Tales (1930).)

From quiet homes and first beginning, Out to the undiscovered ends, There's nothing worth the wear of winning, But laughter and the love of friends.

(Hilaire Belloc (1870-1953), British author. "Dedicatory Ode," Verses (1910).)

Don different from those regal Dons!
With hearts of gold and lungs of bronze,
Who shout and bang and roar and brawl
The Absolute across the hall,

(Hilaire Belloc (1870-1953), French-born British poet. Lines to a Don (l. 21-24). . . Oxford Book of Satirical Verse, The. Geoffrey Grigson, comp. (1980) Oxford University Press.)

There is a Canon which confines
A Rhymed Octosyllabic Curse
If written in Iambic Verse
To fifty lines.

(Hilaire Belloc (1870-1953), French-born British poet. Lines to a Don (l. 21-24). . . Oxford Book of Satirical Verse, The. Geoffrey Grigson, comp. (1980) Oxford University Press.)

It is the business of the wealthy man
To give employment to the artisan.

(Hilaire Belloc (1870-1953), French-born British poet. Lord Finchley (l. 3-4). . . New Oxford Book of English Light Verse, The. Kingsley Amis, ed. (1978) Oxford University Press.)

Don here-and-there, Don epileptic;
Don puffed and empty, Don dyspeptic;
Don middle-class, Don sycophantic,
Don dull, Don brutish, Don pedantic;

(Hilaire Belloc (1870-1953), French-born British poet. Lines to a Don (l. 13-16). . . Oxford Book of Satirical Verse, The. Geoffrey Grigson, comp. (1980) Oxford University Press.)

When I am dead, I hope it may be said:
'His sins were scarlet, but his books were read.'

(Hilaire Belloc (1870-1953), French-born British poet. On His Books (l. 1-2). See Bible: Hebrew on repentance. Norton Book of Light Verse, The. Russell Baker, ed. (1986) W. W. Norton & Company.)

For every time She shouted 'Fire!'
They only answered 'Little Liar'!

(Hilaire Belloc (1870-1953), French-born British poet. Matilda (l. 47-50). . . Oxford Book of Children's Verse, The. Iona Opie and Peter Opie, eds. (1973) Oxford University Press.)

I said to Heart, "How goes it?" Heart replied: "Right as a Ribstone Pippin!" But it lied.

(Hilaire Belloc (1870-1953), British author. "The False Heart," Verses (1910).)

I am living in the Midlands
That are sodden and unkind.

(Hilaire Belloc (1870-1953), British author. "The South Country," Verses (1910).)