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38. Why do you write to me, ‘God should punish the English’? I have no close connection to either one or the other. I see only with deep regret that God punishes so many of His children for their numerous stupidities, for which only He Himself can be held responsible; in my opinion, only His non-existence could excuse Him. (God & English) Albert Einstein
4,749. She had a tall man’s height or more
No bonnet screened her from the heat
A long drab-coloured coat she wore
A mantle reaching to her feet
Before me begging did she stand
Pouring out sorrows like the sea
Grief after grief on English land
Such woes I knew could never be. (Woman & England & Sorrow & Grief) William Wordsworth
4,996. Good people, things cannot go right in England and never will until goods are held in common, and there are no more serfs and gentle-folk but we are all one and the same. (Equality & England & Socialism) John Ball 1383, sermon to rebels
5,443. What art thou, freedom? Oh, could slaves
Answer from their living graves
This demand, tyrants would flee
Like a dream’s dim imagery.
Thou art not, as imposters say,
A shadow soon to pass away
A superstition and a name
Echoing from the cave of fame.
For the labourer thou art bread,
And a comely table spread
From his daily labour come
To a neat and happy home.
Thou art clothes and fire and food,
For the trampled multitude
No – in countries that are free
Such starvation cannot be
As in England now we see. (Freedom & Slave & England & Starvation) Percy Bysshe Shelley, The Masque of Anarchy
29,916. Men of England, wherefore plough
For the lords who lay ye low? Percy Bysshe Shelley, Song to the Men of England
5,460. Freedom which in no other land will thrive,
Freedom an English subject’s sole prerogative. (Freedom & England) John Dryden
29,884. But ’tis the talent of our English nation,
Still to be plotting some new reformation. John Dryden
8,859. You’ve got to have rules and obey them. After all we’re not savages. We’re English. And the English are best at everything. So we’ll have lots of rules. (Children & England & Rules) William Golding, The Lord of the Flies
20,641. After all, we’re not savages, we’re English, and the English are better at everything. (GBH Films & England & Boys) Lord of the Flies 1963 starring James Aubrey & Tom Chapin & Hugh Edwards & Roger elwin & Tom Gaman & David Surtees & Simon Surtees & Nicholas Hammond et al, director Peter Brook, Jack
9,170. Come friendly bombs and fall on Slough
It isn’t fit for humans now,
There isn’t grass to graze a cow.
Swarm over, Death! (Death & Bomb & England) John Betjeman 1906-1984, Slough 1937
29,855. Oh! Chinzy, Chinzy cheeriness,
Half dead and half alive! John Betjeman, Death in Lemington, 1931
29,857. Phone for the fish-knives, Norman
As Cook is a little unnerved;
You kiddies have crumpled the serviettes
And I must have things daintily served.
Are the requisites all in the toilet?
The frills round the cutlets can wait
Till the girl has replenished the cruets
And switched on the logs in the grate.
It’s ever so close in the lounge, dear,
But the vestibule’s comfy for tea
And Howard is out riding on horseback
So do come and take some with me.
Now here is a fork for your pastries
And do use the couch for your feet;
I know what I wanted to ask you -
Is trifle sufficient for sweet?
Milk and then just as it comes, dear?
I’m afraid the preserve’s full of stones;
Beg pardon, I’m soiling the doilies
With afternoon tea-cakes and scones. John Betjeman, How to Get on in Society 1954
9,637. The English … are paralysed by fear. That is what thwarts and distorts the Anglo-Saxon existence … Nothing could be more lovely and fearless than Chaucer. But already Shakespeare is morbid with fear, fear of consequences. That is the strange phenomenon of the English Renaissance: this mystic terror of the consequences, the consequences of action. (Fear & England & Action) D H Lawrence, Phoenix 1936
41,070. Curse the blasted, jelly-boned swines, the slimy, the belly-wriggling invertebrates, the miserable soddingrotters, the flaming sods, the snivelling, dribbling, dithering, palsied, pulse-less lot that make up England today. They've got white of egg in their veins, and their spunk is that watery it’s a marvel they can breed. (Insults & England) D H Lawrence, letter to Edward Garnett 1912
29,933. The real tragedy of England as I see it, is the tragedy of ugliness. The country is so lovely: the man-made England is so vile. D H Lawrence, Nottingham and the Mining Countryside 1936
29,947. Curse the blasted, jelly-boned swines, the slimy, the belly-wriggling invertebrates, the miserable sodding rotters, the flaming sods, the sniveling, dribbling, dithering, palsied, pulse-less lot that make up England today. They’ve got white of egg in their veins and their spunk is so watery it’s a marvel they can breed. They can nothing but frog-spawn – the gibberers! God, how I hate them! D H Lawrence, letter 3rd July 1912
29,932. He spoke of the English, a noble race, rulers of the waves, who sit on thrones of alabaster, silent as deathless gods. James Joyce, Ulysses 1922
12,328. And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England’s mountains green?
And was the holy man of God on
England’s pleasant pastures seen? (Jesus & England) William Blake