A bore is a man who when you ask him how he is, tells you.
I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech To stir men’s blood; I only speak right on.
The age of chivalry is past. Bores have succeeded to dragons.
Society is now one polished horde, Formed of two mighty tribes, the Bores and Bored.
Lord Byron (1788-1824) English Poet.
A healthy male adult bore consumes each year one and a half time his own weight in other people’s patience.
You must be careful about giving any drink whatsoever to a bore. A lit up bore is the worst in the world.
Bore. A person who talks when you wish him to listen.
Make not thy own person, family, relations or affairs the frequent subject of thy tattle. Say not, My manner an custom is to do thus. I neither eat nor drink in a morning I am apt to be troubled with corns. My child said such a witty thing last night.
If you are a bore, strive to be a rascal also so that you may not discredit virtue.
Few men are more to be shunned than those who have time, but know not how to improve it, and so spend it in wasting the time of their neighbors, talking forever though they have nothing to say.
Tryon Edwards.
The secret to making one’s self tire some, is not to know when to stop.
Voltaire.
There are some kinds of men who cannot pass their time alone; they are the fails of occupied people.
Bonald.
There are few wild beasts more to be dreaded than a talking man having nothing to say.
Swift.
O, he is as tedious as is a tired horse, or a railing wife; worse than a smoky house.
Shakespeare.
It is hoped that, with all modern improvements, a way will be discovered of getting rid of bores; for it is too bad that a poor wretch can be punished for stealing your handkerchief or gloves, and that no punishment can be inflicted on those who steal your time and with it your temper and patience, as well as the bright thought that might have entered your mind if they had not been frightened away by the bore.
Byron.
We are almost always wearied in the company of persons with whom we are not permitted to be weary.
Rochefoucauld.





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