A saint in crape is twice a saint in lawn.
Most women have no characters at all.
Pride, where wit fails, steps in to our defence, and fills up all the mighty void of sense.
A field of glory is a field for all.
A disputant no more cares for the truth than the sportsman for the hare.
Did some more sober critics come abroad? If wrong, I smil'd; if right, I kiss'd the rod.