craft of making objects from clay

Pottery is the ceramic ware made by potters. It can also refer to the material of which the potteryware is made, of which major types include earthenware, stoneware and porcelain.

All this of Pot and Potter—Tell me then,
Who is the Potter, pray, and who the Pot?


  • What land is this? Yon pretty town
    Is Delft, with all its wares displayed:
    The pride, the market-place, the crown
    And centre of the Potter's trade.

Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations

Quotes reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 619-20.
  • I am content to be a bric-a-bracker and a Ceramiker.
  • For a male person bric-a-brac hunting is about as robust a business as making doll-clothes.
  • The very "marks" on the bottom of a piece of rare crockery are able to throw me into a gibbering ecstasy.
  • Thou spring'st a leak already in thy crown,
    A flaw is in thy ill-bak'd vessel found;
    'Tis hollow, and returns a jarring sound,
    Yet thy moist clay is pliant to command,
    Unwrought, and easy to the potter's hand:
    Now take the mould; now bend thy mind to feel
    The first sharp motions of the forming wheel.
  • There's a joy without canker or cark,
    There's a pleasure eternally new,
    'Tis to gloat on the glaze and the mark
    Of china that's ancient and blue;
    Unchipp'd, all the centuries through
    It has pass'd, since the chime of it rang,
    And they fashion'd it, figures and hue,
    In the reign of the Emperor Hwang.
    Here's a pot with a cot in a park,
    In a park where the peach-blossoms blew,
    Where the lovers eloped in the dark,
    Lived, died, and were changed into two
    Bright birds that eternally flew
    Through the boughs of the May, as they sang;
    'Tis a tale was undoubtedly true
    In the reign of the Emperor Hwang.
  • Turn, turn, my wheel! Turn round and round
    Without a pause, without a sound:
    So spins the flying world away!
    This clay, well mixed with marl and sand,
    Follows the motion of my hand;
    For some must follow, and some command,
    Though all are made of clay!
  • And yonder by Nankin, behold!
    The Tower of Porcelain, strange and old,
    Uplifting to the astonished skies
    Its ninefold painted balconies,
    With balustrades of twining leaves,
    And roofs of tile, beneath whose eaves
    Hang porcelain bells that all the time
    Ring with a soft, melodious chime;
    While the whole fabric is ablaze
    With varied tints, all fused in one
    Great mass of color, like a maze
    Of flowers illumined by the sun.
  • Said one among them: "Surely not in vain
    My substance of the common Earth was ta'en
    And to this Figure moulded, to be broke,
    Or trampled back to shapeless Earth again."
  • Hath not the potter power over the clay, of the same lump to make one vessel unto honour, and another unto dishonour?
    • Romans. IX. 21.

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