Richard Harris Barham
Richard Harris Barham

Ghosts, like ladies, never speak till spoke to.

Richard Harris Barham
Richard Harris Barham

Knight without fear and without reproach.

Richard Harris Barham
Richard Harris Barham

He won't, won't he? Then bring me my boots.

Richard Harris Barham
Richard Harris Barham

His eyes so dim, so wasted each limb, that, heedless of grammar, they all cried, that's him!